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
The Snow Man, by Wallace Stevens One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Wallace Stevens
I. Falling is never as bad as the anticipation of falling. It happens so quickly that there’s no time for fear or pain. One moment you’re walking down a little ramp that leads from one room of the bakery to another, the next you’re lying on the floor looking up at the ceiling. II. When … Continue reading 13 Ways of Looking at a Broken Leg
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