My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Look at my mother holding my baby sister in this old photo, how impossibly young and unafraid she looks. I used to carry my babies everywhere like that too, the way every parent does. Cradled in my arms, or with their legs straddling my hip. Hoisted … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Kim Addonizio
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Do you ever talk out loud to yourself? Sometimes I do, like last night in my little kitchen, making batches of toffee. To make toffee you have to stir and stir and stir, which is good because I like slow repetitive motion that takes a long … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Shel Silverstein
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. This morning I pulled a little book off my poetry shelves that looked like the kind of book I used to search through as a teenager, full of poems and aphorisms and quotes about how to live. Where this book came from I don’t know, but … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Emily Dickinson
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. When we were little we weren’t supposed to swim for an hour after we ate, because if we did, cramps will seize you and you’ll sink to the bottom and drown. Or something like that. And when we got drunk or high we were killing off … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Ursula K. Le Guin
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. “No regrets” is a phrase and a feeling I don’t understand. Regrets, I have plenty. “But every decision and every choice brought you to where you are right now,” a friend argues, in the latest iteration of a conversation we keep having. “How can you possibly … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by David Ray
My new poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. On the way back from a long jog yesterday I glimpsed this book in a little free library. The sight of it brought me straight back to childhood. The poet’s name used to mesmerize me, and so did the poem below, which I copied out as … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Omar Khayyam
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
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