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Having Children by Barbara Tanner Angell | Monday, May 30, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac wit...

A siren goes by, the scream cuts through me even though my child is home. For a moment I think... Where am I? In the middle of the night a cry, dreamed or heard, a wave washes over the body of my child. I have let her drown or fall. She has fallen from a... Read more »

Having Children by Barbara Tanner Angell | Monday, May 30, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac wit...

In the Month of May by Robert Bly | Sunday, May 29, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garri...

In the month of May when all leaves open, I see when I walk how well all things lean on each other, how the bees work, the fish make their living the first day. Monarchs fly high; then I understand I love you with what in me is unfinished. I love you with what in... Read more »

In the Month of May by Robert Bly | Sunday, May 29, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garri...

Not Naked on the Bed by Timothy Young | Saturday, May 28, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with...

Your beauty, nude not naked on the bed, is far more a gift than I ever expected. I watch languor recline 1n your wise grey eyes while slate hummingbirds carved as earrings dangle from golden hooks. I quiver in your breath and the ceiling fan halts in that instant. We look at one another with... Read more »

Not Naked on the Bed by Timothy Young | Saturday, May 28, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with...

After an Absence by Linda Pastan | Friday, May 27, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

After an absence that was no one's fault we are shy with each other, and our words seem younger than we are, as if we must return to the time we met and work ourselves back to the present, the way you never read a story from the place you stopped but always start each... Read more »

After an Absence by Linda Pastan | Friday, May 27, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

The Speaker by Louis Jenkins | Thursday, May 26, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

The speaker points out that we don't really have much of a grasp of things, not only the big things, the important questions, but the small everyday things. "How many steps up to your back yard? What is the name of your district representative? What did you have for breakfast? What is your wife's shoe... Read more »

The Speaker by Louis Jenkins | Thursday, May 26, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

My Papa's Waltz by Theodore Roethke | Wednesday, May 25, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with ...

The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed... Read more »

My Papa's Waltz by Theodore Roethke | Wednesday, May 25, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with ...

Despair by Billy Collins | Tuesday, May 24, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

So much gloom and doubt in our poetry— flowers wilting on the table, the self regarding itself in a watery mirror. Dead leaves cover the ground, the wind moans in the chimney, and the tendrils of the yew tree inch toward the coffin. I wonder what the ancient Chinese poets would make of all this,... Read more »

Despair by Billy Collins | Tuesday, May 24, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

At the Store by Jane Kenyon | Monday, May 23, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

Clumps of daffodils along the storefront bend low this morning, late snow pushing their bright heads down. The flag snaps and tugs at the pole beside the door. The old freezer, full of Maine blueberries and breaded scallops, mumbles along. A box of fresh bananas on the floor, luminous and exotic... I take what I... Read more »

At the Store by Jane Kenyon | Monday, May 23, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

Tell all the truth but tell it slant — by Emily Dickinson | Sunday, May 22, 2016 | The Wri...

Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind —

Tell all the truth but tell it slant — by Emily Dickinson | Sunday, May 22, 2016 | The Wri...

6 by Gary Snyder | Saturday, May 21, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

"In that year, 1914, we lived on the farm And the relatives lived with us. A banner year for wild blackberries Dad was crazy about wild blackberries No berries like that now. You know Kitsap County was logged before The turn of the century—it was easiest of all, Close to water, virgin timber, When I... Read more »

6 by Gary Snyder | Saturday, May 21, 2016 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor
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