Here’s to getting up, going out, and exploring the snowy paths of our lives … from The Writer’s Almanac this morning:
SNOW: I
by C.K. Williams
All night, snow, then, near dawn, freezing rain, so that by morn-
ing the whole city glistens
in a glaze of high-pitched, meticulously polished brilliance, every-
thing rounded off,
the cars submerged nearly to their windows [...]
But first, a poem — because any collection of words that includes the phrase “the high arc of midsummer” deserves to be repeated today. (As pretty much always, this is from The Writers Almanac):
First Cutting
by Susie Patlove
(from Quickening)
What is the hayfield in late afternoon
that it can fly in the face of time,
and light can be [...]
Chilly doesn’t begin to describe the crystal sharp frigidity … the cold knife blade line of the eastern horizon this January morning. I think of walking to my car shortly, and the ice on our walkway. The word treacherous comes to mind.
That’s not a word I’d have used to describe ice a decade ago. As [...]
Continue reading about Thoughts on Aging … on a January Morning …
Today’s the day that the Philadelphia Eagles take their next step toward their first Superbowl win!
How’s them apples? Cocky, eh? Well, as I see it the Eagles are poised to join the Phillies with a championship … and Philly is poised to join Boston as a recent multi-championship town. Won’t that be something, the Biddles [...]
Sometimes the morning’s fare from The Writer’s Almanac is too good to not share.
How To Be a Poet
by Wendell Berry
(to remind myself)
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill-more of each
than you have-inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your work,
doubt their judgment.
Breathe with unconditional [...]
The poem below is from The Writer’s Almanac for today: 7/31/08. So apt … I post it in memory of Judy Popkin who was born 8/19/53 and died after a nine year battle with breast cancer on 7/31/99.
We Remember!
Eating Together
by Kim Addonizio
I know my friend is going,
though she still sits there
across [...]
