The Writer's Almanac
Each day, Garrison Keillor reads a poem and relates stories of significant events touching literary history.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a... Read more »
Plumbing supply places, like auto parts stores, have long counters with bar stools for the customers. When I came in, the man behind the counter was telling a story about the time he and his friends had decided to celebrate getting home from Vietnam and had bought a lot of Scotch and given one bottle... Read more »
They bring us to this pastel room, point to the lockers, point to the dressing rooms. It could almost be a gym, only there’s a wheelchair, there’s Health News, there’s a complicated flower jigsaw puzzle, there are romance novels to borrow in case you will be returning often. We change into gowns that tie in... Read more »
In college I read about Virginia Woolf and Edith Wharton and I thought of their great minds and their long dresses and their gilded friendships which involved tea in the library or on the lawn. I thought of the places they traveled and the weight of their trunks and all the ways their marriages did... Read more »
Now constantly there is the sound, quieter than rain, of the leaves falling. Under their loosening bright gold, the sycamore limbs bleach whiter. Now the only flowers are beeweed and aster, spray of their white and lavender over the brown leaves. The calling of a crow sounds Loud — landmark — now that the life... Read more »
We’ve had this conversation before, my daughter and I, many times, about what she might buy with her allowance, about candy, about how her brother annoys her, about where her birth mother might be, and we’ve had this conversation before, my son and I, many times, about how fast he is, how fast horses are,... Read more »