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For me, writing is a miraculous process. It's as miraculous as Spring itself, when buds arise from frozen ground and greenery leafs out from wood that's hard and unyielding.

For 50 years I've been writing almost daily. I'm driven not by expertise but by my own bafflement about many things — some of them "in here" and some of them "out there." Every time I write, I'm surprised by what I discover about myself and/or the world.

Veterans Day passes many of us without a turn of the head. Some of us get the day off work; others don't even know the national holiday is upon us. In many towns and cities across the U.S., women and men who served in foreign wars and peacekeeping efforts go unheralded in the public eye. Sure, we the media tell stories and personal narratives of the heroism and sacrifice they gave for the rest of us. But sometimes it feels gratuitous — or like no one truly cares.

With his "heart full to bursting," our lyrical friend and poet Yahia Lababidi sent me this short poem in response to the events happening in his native homeland of Egypt:

Gender defines us from the moment we’re born. But how is that related to the lifelong work of being at home in ourselves? For as far back as Joy Ladin can remember, her body didn’t match her soul. We explore this question through her story of transition from male to female — in an orthodox Jewish world.

A new generation of Asian-American poets are finding power of expression in slam poetry. For Bao Phi, it's the lifeblood of exploring his identity in America.

A wandering reflection arriving at a "found poem." The muse? Our show with Marie Howe. Simply marvelous.

A bartender who was born and raised in Jamaica sent us this lovely essay in response to our latest show. A testament to the power of poetry and pursuit.

When one's pen goes silent for three years, what's the first line to come out. Christian Wiman tell us. Listen to his beautiful reading of "Every Riven Thing" too.

Rilke follows the course of change through seasons and captures the loneliness of uncertainty in everyday life. Includes Joanna Macy's brilliant reading of "Onto a Vast Plain."

On this Mother's Day, in some odd way, I can think of no more fitting tribute than to listen to Ms. Boorstein reciting these lovely lines from Pablo Neruda.

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