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The poems in Lana Hechtman Ayers' The Autobiography of Rain explore the healing powers of art and nature in a world that is as rife with grief as it is as ripe with beauty.

These are poems for wayfarers, for spiritual seekers who look for the sacred in every moment, in every step. These poems celebrate every-day, simple tasks as spiritual practices through which the seeker engages with a world brimming with sacred encounter. Walking, commuting in rush hour, tending an unruly garden, cooking a humble meal, writing, telling stories, sitting and looking out the window, singing, dreaming, and dancing are seen through these poems as opportunities to bring compassion to our shared wounds and live each breath, each gesture as prayer opening us to deeper wholeness and healing.

Carolyn Adams invites you to explore the secret places of the natural world, carrying with you the fears, wonder, and curiosity of what it means to be human. Layered within the four seasons, the intricacies and beauty of flora and fauna in forests, deserts, oceans, and even one's own backyard yield deeper insights into our connections with nature. Witness the quiet calm of a forest clearing, but understand what had to happen to put you there. Watch the tumult of crashing waves with a curiosity for the lives under the surface of that sea. Fly through broad skies and feel the air on your skin. Ultimately, stand beside Adams for a moment and "listen to what this place tells you."

In his first, full-length collection of poetry, Ian C. Williams buries, unearths, and reburies the questions of adolescence and its legacy. These poems, rooted in the mountains and forests of Appalachia, wonder after the insecurities of growing up, the fragility of fatherhood, and the longing that haunts us as we search for stability and direction. With a voice at once razor-edged and tender, Williams traverses a world deep in the underbrush, as wild as it is domestic, brimming with cocoons, cicadas, car crashes, silverware drawers, and dishes that never seem to be done. This collection examines the wreckage of our history and beckons us to "Let it rest" and wait for it to erupt in a "beautiful catastrophe of riotous bloom."

A coloring, pick-your-own poem, space-time romp exploring pandemic, parenting, politics, personal, past.So, we find ourselves here, in this book where you can split the meta-verse as often as you'd like, jumping around the various poems that I wrote during the pandemic. These poems reflect what my life was during those first fifteen months: scattered, overwhelmed, whimsical, nostalgic, pissed, political, exhausted, diseased, smitten.You may, of course, read straight through (if you dare), but if you do jump around, please go ahead and mark off your journey in the TIMELINE (table of contents). Yes, write in this book! Go ahead! In fact, this is a coloring book! Please add life to the brilliant illustrations that Joey Hartmann-Dow and Jay Williams created for this book. And the few poems that have no illustrations to accompany them, please draw your own! Crowd these pages. There's always space for more creative chaos.

It's This contemplates relationships, identity, love, loss, and radical transformation, finding acceptance, joy, and growing peace, as the speaker practices meditation, and falls more deeply in love with her wife.Employing spare, musical language and humor, and suffused with light, these vivid poems flash back to the speaker's past, as they practice empathy and compassion in the present - for self and others, across political aisles, and species. Learning to accept mortality in losing loved ones and chaplaining hospice patients, she increasingly appreciates what presence has to teach, in the woods of nature and relationships: everything we seek is already in us, in each shining moment we allow ourselves to focus wholly on everything present, the hologram of this, which is the universe, "this field of snow, where I sit alone/on a hilltop, until I think of nothing, / but light - light on snow, light/prisming ice, light on light, on light."