My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Me to the elementary or high school students I sometimes visit in person or via Zoom: Sometimes does it feel like your feelings are too big to hold inside? Like you might explode because life feels so overwhelming? Heads nod. Hands go up. Maybe you do … Continue reading Poem of the Week (excerpt), by Diane Wakoski
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Yesterday my parents sent photos of the dairy farm on McGhee Hill Road, in downstate New York, where my father grew up and where my sisters and I spent a lot of time as children. I drove by it last year, after visiting my grandparents in … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Kari Gunter-Seymour
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Last week I woke up on a cold and windy day and did my own tiny triathlon: jog, kayak, bike. I did this only for myself, for the hell of it, no time pressure, no expectations, no one watching. The jog went well. The kayaking … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by May Swenson
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. A few days ago I was walking past Lakewood Cemetery when I saw a fresh grave, covered with dirt, through the tall iron fence. A young man and woman sat next to it with flowers, talking quietly. Something about them –their youth, their sadness–stopped me. Was … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Aracelis Girmay
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