You hurt my feelings I say to the trees. You never ask me how I am I whisper to the breakfast taco, before an indelicate but determined bite. I miss you, I confront the chair in the stranger’s yard.

Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. This sonnet from English poet John Donne (1571–1631) isn’t a conventional love poem but rather ... where she cannot get hurt and where he can continue ...

The new addition to the Somewhere Between Then and Now poem ... telling me what to do. To ‘Mom please tell me what to do.’ Somewhere between then and now, it went from ‘Mom, you don ...

Naming and seeing. Seeing and naming. It's hard to say which comes first, but once you get the hang of it, you walk through that doorway of gratitude straight into joy enough times that it becomes the ...

This year, we will rejoice, but we will do so in a responsible and sensitive manner, with an understanding and ...

You know, well, why does this hurt? You know, why did coming to this creek make me want to cry? And is it possible, you know, why did I look and read this poem in this park and it made me bring me to ...

She said her publicist warned her of the dire consequences of trying to protest for Palestine at the White House, so she didn ...

For years, Jason Rohrer put out bizarre, beloved video games. Now, with Project Skydrop, he launches the real-world treasure ...

Brendan Martin is a member of Inklings Writing Group, who meet on Tuesdays at 11am in the Annebrook House Hotel. Mullingar.