My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Here in my neighborhood, in the wake of another shooting of a Black man, choppers circle nightly, protests happen nightly, and stores and restaurants keep their window plywood boards on standby. Tension runs high. I scan the streets for cars and trucks with out of state plates … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Langston Hughes
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. The way my dog places his paws on my shoulders and looks into my eyes. That day last week when the rain blew in and the temperature dropped 29 degrees in twenty minutes. How coffee beans smell when they’re ground fresh at dawn. The way the man … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Eileen Myles
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Years ago my daughter and I spent a magical week in Istanbul. We visited mosques, ate Turkish candy, drank mint tea, took a boat down the Bosphorus to the mouth of the Black Sea, smoked a hookah on the front porch of a restaurant where we sat … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Cathy Ross
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Dog person versus cat person versus beer versus wine versus Gen Z versus baby boomers versus millennials versus Gen X versus The Greatest Generation versus red states versus blue states versus New England versus Midwest versus West versus North versus South versus pro versus anti. Categorization makes … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Last week a writer friend and I hiked through the woods and talked about how in middle age you realize that some things won’t happen. You’ve run out of time to be an Olympic athlete, to have a sixty-year marriage, to sail around the world on a … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Kirsten Dierking
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Someone once asked me to describe a place that would feel perfectly safe. The feeling of being held inside a fallen hollow tree next to a river on a summer day –warm, safe, almost asleep–instantly came to me. This is the same feeling that comes with my … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Linda Hogan
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. How to survive the next meeting you don’t want to be in: Focus on the famished, clawed creature that just now slunk into the room and is now crawling over everyone’s feet in turn. Does anyone else notice? They do not! Where is the creature now? The … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Ron Koertge
My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. The pink stucco and stone house across the street is slanty, sprawling, and old, with a few apartments carved out of what at one point must have been a single-family house. I think of it as the Francis of Assisi house – the place exudes an easygoing … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Grace Schulman
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
Goodies from my mailbox and camera
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.
sewing a handmade wardrobe
"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
