I’ve been feeling the winter angst (thanks a lot mid-30 degree weather), which inevitably leads to poetry reading and writing. Here are a couple of my current favorites, and then something of my own–though it feels a little sacrilegious to put it alongside the likes of Gluck and Dickinson. 418 more words
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I tap open the weather app.
I glance out the window.
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The morning is the hardest time. It is hard enough anywhere for a man to begin the day’s work in darkness…One may be a long time realizing it, but cold and darkness deplete the body gradually; the mind turns sluggish; and the nervous system slows up in its responses…But I must not dwell on it.
Better late than never, right? It’s been three days since All Souls Day, but I’m still mulling over Louise Glück’s creepy and just-right poem, “ 176 more words