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On Turning Thirty by Jen Levitt | Friday, July 29, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

No one microwaves leftovers, we order in. I haven't prayed since 1996. In temple the cantor was always tuning her guitar & the metal folding chairs squeaked. Is hypnosis dead? I feel about as sexual as a frying pan. At this age Sylvia had sheaves of poems, two kids &— my aura drips like a... Read more »

On Turning Thirty by Jen Levitt | Friday, July 29, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

How It Begins by Mary Oliver | Thursday, July 28, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

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How It Begins by Mary Oliver | Thursday, July 28, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore | Wednesday, July 27, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac ...

Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone: No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep... Read more »

The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore | Wednesday, July 27, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac ...

Bridge by Jim Harrison | Tuesday, July 26, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

Most of my life was spent building a bridge out over the sea though the sea was too wide. I'm proud of the bridge hanging in the pure sea air. Machado came for a visit and we sat on the end of the bridge, which was his idea. Now that I'm old the work goes... Read more »

Bridge by Jim Harrison | Tuesday, July 26, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

To the Virgins to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick | Monday, July 25, 2016 | The Writer...

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth... Read more »

To the Virgins to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick | Monday, July 25, 2016 | The Writer...

The Chairs That No One Sits In by Billy Collins | Sunday, July 24, 2016 | The Writer's Alm...

You see them on porches and on lawns down by the lakeside, usually arranged in pairs implying a couple who might sit there and look out at the water or the big shade trees. The trouble is you never see anyone sitting in these forlorn chairs though at one time it must have seemed a... Read more »

The Chairs That No One Sits In by Billy Collins | Sunday, July 24, 2016 | The Writer's Alm...

Elegy by Ron Koertge | Saturday, July 23, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

Poets can't wait to bury their fathers so they can write about it. Mine wanted no part of that. "I'll bury myself, thank you." I thought he meant later, but that afternoon he left a note: I'm dead. I dialed his cell. The reception was bad at that speed but he heard me ask, "What... Read more »

Elegy by Ron Koertge | Saturday, July 23, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

How to Take a Walk by Leo Dangel | Friday, July 22, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garri...

This is farming country. The neighbors will believe you are crazy if you take a walk just to think and be alone. So carry a shotgun and walk the fence line. Pretend you are hunting and your walking will not arouse suspicion. But don't forget to load the shotgun. They will know if your gun... Read more »

How to Take a Walk by Leo Dangel | Friday, July 22, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garri...

Directions by Jim Barnes | Thursday, July 21, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

On my way back from the Tabac two Dutch businessmen stopped to ask which way and how far to the Metro. I tell you it felt fine: I felt Parisian and tried to sound it. Walking to the Crillon, Caroline and I were stopped by a chic couple who asked if they were near the... Read more »

Directions by Jim Barnes | Thursday, July 21, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

Here In The Psalm by Sally Fisher | Wednesday, July 20, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with G...

I am a sheep and I like it because the grass I lie down in feels good and the still waters are restful and right there if I'm thirsty and though some valleys are very chilly there is a long rod that prods me so I direct my hooves the right way though today I'm... Read more »

Here In The Psalm by Sally Fisher | Wednesday, July 20, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with G...

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