My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. I’m no dancer but I love to dance anyway. So many memories of dancing. A ballet studio on the second floor of a frame house: First position. Second position. Plie. Arabesque. Releve. The Alibi: a bar in Vermont, my best friend and I waiting in the entryway … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Gregory Orr
Certain moments are burned into your brain and heart, moments that even as they happened you knew would haunt you forever, like the way your little boy nodded and kept nodding, that one afternoon on the couch. Looking back now, through the tunnel of time, there are passages so rough that you narrowed time down … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Gregory Orr
“To be alive: not just the carcass But the spark. That’s crudely put, but…” The lit-up second floor of a country grange hall. Silent countryside stretching for miles in the black night beyond. A polka band playing in the corner. A giant man –your father– telling you to hold his hands tight and stand on … Continue reading "If we're not supposed to dance, why all this music?"*
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