The Writer's Almanac

Each day, Garrison Keillor reads a poem and relates stories of significant events touching literary history.

Recent Episodes

SNOW: I by C.K. Williams | Friday, January 20, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

All night, snow, then, near dawn, freezing rain, so that by morn-             ing the whole city glistens in a glaze of high-pitched, meticulously polished brilliance, every,             thing rounded off, the cars submerged nearly to their windows in the unbroken drifts             lining the narrow alleys, the buildings rising from the trunklike integuments the wind has against... Read more »

English Class by Robin Chapman | Tuesday, January 17, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

Twelfth grade reading lists stretched out as endless as the sentences we diagrammed, as orderly as the outlines for our senior essays— “Humanism in England in the Fourteenth Century” I think I wrote about, cobbling facts together about Erasmus and the Church, forgetting those were plague years, and Henry David Thoreau’s pithy quotes, marching to... Read more »

After Second Shift by Lowell Jaeger | Monday, January 16, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

She’s stopped to shop for groceries. Her snow boots sloshing up and down the aisles, the store deserted: couple stock boys droning through cases of canned goods, one sleepy checker at the till. In the parking lot, an elderly man stands mumbling outside his sedan, all four doors wide to gusting sleet and ice. She... Read more »

Midnight to Eight by David Salner | Sunday, January 15, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

Midnight to eight I spend with machines, with their incessant hum, the hubbub and scrape, the snip-snip, the whine of well-oiled tongues that winds through the night. I listen to lathes go round, to mills that peck at each part-piece like hungry birds, to grinders whose bit-sized teeth make ultra-fine dust, golden iotas drawn toward... Read more »