Teresa Evangeline

I love living near a river, with all it has to teach me, and this poem is a perfect example of why William Stafford is one of my...

When I took a break from Twitter a few weeks ago, I thought I might spend more time back in Bloggerville. But, as time goes on, I fin...

Time is precious and I know some folks don't want to click on links, but I wanted you to to know there are those who are taking a st...

There's a great deal of talk right now about the National Anthem, to kneel or not to kneel. I am a big fan of Colin Kaepernik, not j...

Well, it's been a while. I hope you are all doing well. Life is good here. Buddy and I are still hanging out together and life feel...

I believe Donald Trump must never be allowed anywhere near the White House, but this is not what I imagined for the first female Preside...

There are a few Tumblr sites I visit as part of my morning ritual. I love seeing what's been posted each day. They're places ...

Well, it's Saturday night in northern Minnesota, in mid-December, and I just came in from standing on the porch listening to firework...

A couple of barred owls, better known as hoot owls, have been hanging around my place again. I hear them after dark and very earl...

Good morning, everyone. When I first woke this morning I felt led to read excerpts from Mary Oliver's book, Dog Songs, her paean to d...

As I was bringing my compost bucket to the garden this morning, I got caught in a downpour. Ducking into the shed (a very poor pun), I st...

There was a time when books came with nothing but hard covers and unbreakable spines, with artwork gracing their covers. I have fallen in...

                            Winter Dream #7 by Teresa Evangeline from cara long on Vimeo . I've recently taken a break from twi...

It's a lot of fun for me to run across a painting I've not yet seen by a well-known artist whose work I love. Such is the case wi...

Well, I hadn't planned on taking a break, but, apparently, that's what I'm doing. I hope all is well with all of you. I...

Tony Zimnoch's posts are consistently intriguing, and this is no exception. I hope you'll go over to his post, read the intro. an...

Prelude ... I've always liked that word. For me, it is the hour before dawn ... life's tender beginnings ... The ph...

"The October country ... that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rive...

The only time I recall hearing someone cry I didn't know or couldn't see was in the tent next to me outside Jackson, Wyoming in...

I'm afraid I've discovered a new poet. I'll try to go easy on you, not overdo it. This is the one I started with: "A...