A 9-11 memory and poem, from Sister Cashel Weiler of Rochester: Sept. 11, 2001 was my first day of a fall vacation. I live in Saint Marys Convent in Rochester, and glancing at the TV, I thought it was ...

we’re barely a week old, and drying up so fast no one can guarantee the roots you put down will thrive. Let me show off a bit with names like Savannah, named for a tribe of people whose land we built ...

We are like flowers and don’t last forever. Quietly like thunder, beautifully like a river, Like a cloud, you passed through our world. You were right; Rivers will always outlive us. Grief always ...

that came before – A separation. We served tacos. Tacos that stained the concrete under which they were served. A stain which will serve as a new kind of reminder of that day for years to come. We are ...

Here in April, celebrated annually as National Poetry Month, I’ve been wondering: Is there a truly great poem about the Mississippi River? The question first came to mind last December when a copy of ...

I remember the first time I picked up Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends in my elementary school library. It was filled with delightfully clever and funny rhymes, and the words danced off my ...

I recently taught a short six-class course for Homeschool Connections on “Poems Every Catholic Should Know.” The text for the course was my book of the same title, which is an anthology of Christian ...

You can read Minneapolis poet Danez Smith’s work in two new books or, if you happen to be in New York, on subway walls. Smith’s collection of poems, “Bluff,” was published by Graywolf Press earlier ...