In January, I was convinced—for the twenty-sixth time in two years—that I was absolutely, for real, not-a-joke-this-time, quitting show busi...

Their friends looked shocked—said not possible , said how sad . The trees carried on with their treeish lives—stately except when they shed ...

For the last 18 months I have been taking an online poetry class over Zoom. Oh, how I loved it! It was a place of extraordinary artistic res...

—I nodded. Removing my organs would save me,     but the scar tissue from healing guaranteed biological theft.   Yet how could I prize the p...

An agitation of the air, A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on its hinge that night.   I...

Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.   — W. S. Merwin, “Separation” fr...

"Tenderness," by Stephen Dunn , from Between Angels Back then when so much was clear and I hadn't learned young men lear...

The Late Year by Marge Piercy I like Rosh Hashanah late, when the leaves are half burnt umber and scarlet, when sunset marks the horizon...

Sometimes when I’m lonely, Don’t know why, Keep thinkin’ I won’t be lonely By and by. Art from Trees at Night by Art Young, 1926....

Today, inspiration comes from Maria Popova's glorious site " Brain Pickings ." I'll simply quote her brilliant self: ...

© the *extraordinary* Made By Rebekah This week, many of us will celebrate a Passover that is different from all other Passovers. Instea...