My new poems + reflections podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. A friend in college loved the word bittersweet for the way it made him feel, full of a kind of happiness mixed with sorrow. As if he were missing something while it was still happening. The last time I saw this friend, years ago … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Andrea Gibson
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Late night. Eight inches of heavy wet flakes. Sound of shovels up and down the block. The specific silence of air that comes only with snow. Lifelong northerner that I am, snow is part of my earliest memories. Snow so deep my sisters and I could … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Wallace Stevens
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. A few days ago we hiked a remote trail north of Yellowstone, a passage between two high ridges that had burned maybe twenty years ago. Carry bear spray and know how to use it. Avoid places where ravens have gathered. Dress your kill and remove the … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Gregory Djanikian
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. In the university class I’m teaching this fall we gather online, small heads nodding from frames, mics unmuting, videos flicking on and off to show children climbing on laps, housemates in the background, dogs and cats, the sound of traffic. Thank you for doing such a … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Tania Runyan
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Last weekend I showed my daughters around the barn my sisters and I used to play in. The old red barn, where I used to fling the feed in the general direction of my chickens so I could get the hell out of there before Big … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Emma Hine
Telling all sides of the parenting story
Waking Up to Your Dreams
On James Baldwin and Diverse Literature
Putting those recalcitrant toddler cancer cells to bed...
your own PDK for writing
a collection of beautiful words.....
Objects, Memory and Meaning
If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
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"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Thoughts on the world around me
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