Walking has always been for me not just exercise but also a source of inspiration for poetry. Almost every morning, no matter the weather, I walk with my dog along the abandoned log road just down the ...

There are some days in the summer when the dryness and the heat combine in the most exquisitely melancholy way, making you acutely and painfully aware that life could be sweeter than a stolen peach.

Once, when Ben Bernthal was selling street poetry — he takes three words from a stranger, and turns them into a poem on the spot — a man came up and told him to write a poem about “why it matters.” ...