To kick off the countdown series, a poem at a coronavirus testing site— Susanna by Anne Porter Nobody in the hospital Could tell the age Of the old woman who Was called Susanna I knew she spoke some English And that she was an immigrant Out of a little country Trampled by […]
MoreThanksgiving is a good and necessary holiday but perhaps more so in times of want than of plenty. What is wanting this Thanksgiving 2020? We want to be together. We want our families, our friends. Most Thanksgiving celebrations are pared down this year with families separated by virus or politics, some permanently so, thanks to […]
MoreOn a fall day in New York City I left a poem in Central Park . . . poem is on bench under orange sign Women and Horses by Maxine Kumin “After Auschwitz, to write a poem is barbaric.” -Theodor Adorno After Auschwitz: after ten of my father’s kin— the ones who stayed—starved, […]
MoreThis past week I’ve heard stories of people not going home for Thanksgiving because they’re upset their relatives voted differently than they did. Add one more to the list of disheartening effects the 2016 election has had on our country. Thanksgiving is the holiday that’s supposed to bring us together. Thanksgiving is a holiday […]
MoreThe Ticket by Anne Porter On the night table Beside my bed I keep a small Blue ticket – One day I found it In my pocket-book I don’t know how It got there – I don’t know What it’s for – On one side There’s a number 98833 And INDIANA TICKET COMPANY – And […]
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