My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Yesterday a friend told me that when his family tracks mud inside he goes silent and forces himself to be calm while he scrubs it away. He doesn’t want his children to go through what he did. As he spoke I remembered yelling at my little kids … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Michael Pearce
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. The other day I passed a tall chemo-bald man in a fur hat despite the warm day. They cut the bad parts out and now I’m good to go, he told the UPS driver. I smiled at him and he waved, full of cheer. The broken world … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Jim Moore
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. My family is multiracial so these latest murders, of eight Asian Americans in Atlanta by yet another white guy with a Hitler haircut, feel more personal to me, more terrifying, right? Wrong. The idea that it’s on Asian Americans and their families to speak out against hatred … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Langston Hughes
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. “Paco, my one real goal in life is for you to be happy.” Actual words that came out of my mouth yesterday. There’s no come on, hurry up about walks with this boy. He gets to choose where he wants to go and how long he wants … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Joyce Sutphen
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. One of my dearest friends is brilliant, wild and fearless in body and mind. Whatever she does, she does with all her heart. If something entrances her she will follow it as far as she can: flamenco dancing, acupuncture, poetry, figure skating, music, rowing, the list is … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Brian Trimboli
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. My dad once told me that his school music teacher told him not to sing. Mouth the words, pretend to sing, but don’t. Every time I think about this, it hurts. Last February I was visiting my parents when they called my brother to sing him Happy … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Stephanie Niu
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
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. When someone in my family almost but doesn’t triumph at something, one of us might say But you didn’t, a phrase that goes back long ago to our friend Kareem, who almost but didn’t score an incredible soccer goal, and his mother who, after the fourth … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Yalie Kamara
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Yesterday I listened to a news commentator tell me that in a few weeks things will have died down and we’d be “back to normal.” Really? Normal used to mean the legal enslavement of Black people. Normal, in my grandmother’s day, meant she couldn’t vote. Normal, when … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Shilpa Kamat
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. As a kid I used to wake up at dawn and walk down the road to a small concrete ledge over a watering hole. There were never any cars, and I used to sit on the ledge and watch the sun come up over the valley. … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Elizabeth Coatsworth
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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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