Authorz: michael shepherd

Perhaps a happy ending is where it all begins.

Every birth is a miracle; always more of a miracle; never less; but his two hands and his two feet are tiny miracles in themselves;…

polynesian navigators know two hundred stars by name sail and remember two thousand miles of ocean poets are silenced stars in their heart and voyages…

here is my heart here is a hello poem to say here is my heart warm on your cool white computer screen pulsing alongside yours…

The house across the way is newly painted white. Right now, that’s all my being seems to need : this winter morning, sharp, cold, bright…

I, upon this journey, question me : journey, I to God, or God to me ? If I to God: I pray that journey fast;…

We see you every day on the newsreels anonymous as if a human being ever were anonymous a face like the worn map of tragedy…

Dear Li Po, strange things happen to poets during their life, especially those who like wine. But now, more than a thousand years after your…

This consolation spirits have (did we but know, and thus to meet them with our undimm’d love) : that though they seems so far in…

How wrong was I, that love would be a breeze: more like wet washing waiting for the breeze… Regrets have scrubbed my heart; I’ve paid…

In a dream that shone last night washed with a clear sweet tenderness I walked a paradise I knew and I remembered happiness: in a…