Sabrina Lloyd

Painters Muriel Rukeyser In the cave with a long-ago flare a woman stands, her arms up. Red twig, black twig, brown twig. A wall of...

It's been a good week. Busy, and full. I am taking three art classes and getting so much out of each. Feeling more free, trusting my...

I missed the Dear Friday last week. There are not enough hours in the day. One child homeschooling, one virtual learning. Cooking and...

by David Whyte Ten Years Later When the mind is clear and the surface of the now still, swaying water slaps against the rolling kayak, I...

Another week filled with art and music, nature, my children's laughter and sometimes tears. Kenya is out of lockdown, cases have fallen,...

Yes, we have all read it, all heard it. Yet still the power of this poem! I was an actress in NYC. My career was full. I was content-ish....

Ode To Age by Pablo Neruda I don't believe in age. All old people carry in their eyes, a child, and children, at times observe us with...

I've watched too much news. I sleep and dream of those suffering in India, the faces caught on cameras gasping for breath. The only...

This one is by my dear friend Joel McKerrow. You must go and visit his HUMAN exhibition. It's art and poetry and music, and profound....

The rains are here; Dampness has moved in. Sweaters unearthed from the very bottom of drawers. Blankets accumulating near all sitting...

About six months ago I learned how to knit. Sitting in front of online videos I stitched and stitched until my fingers bled and my dreams...

I turn on my computer to see there has been another mass shooting in the States. I turn on the TV and see a news special about all the...

A very famous one, probably familiar to you all, from Mary Oliver. It seems to fit the moment well and I love revisiting it. I seem to do...

It's hard living in two places. Both offer us something so rich and important for our souls and happiness. On the island, it's the...

I've been watching the George Floyd trial happening in the States. I know I shouldn't. I couldn't watch the videos from the day when it...

The Layers BY STANLEY KUNITZ I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of...

Could you never tell a lie? Not even a small one. How you are, what you think, what you need. I listened to a podcast this week about...

This one sinks me every time I read it, and I read it often. It's by RACHEL ELIZA GRIFFITHS, from her collection Seeing The Body. House...

I listened to something this week that has burrowed deep within me. I don't think I have ever been more moved by a podcast, heard...

Life is just better when you read more poetry. I have a few favorites that sit on my desk, poems I reread when I feel the need to be with...