The Writer's Almanac

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

Recent Episodes

After the Wedding by John Daniel | Thursday, August 10, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

          for Marilyn After the white balloons were swept away on the wind that had swallowed most of our vows, after the embraces and tears, the flung rose petals, after new friends and old friends and aunts from everywhere, after you tossed the bouquet, and the cries of the children raised coyote cries on the rim,... Read more »

The Calculus by Paul Hostovsky | Wednesday, August 09, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

My hygienist likes to include me in the decision-making. “Shall we use the hand scaler or the ultrasonic today?” she asks me. I like the way she says “we,” like we’re doing something intimate and collaborative, like building a snowman, or more like dismantling one after an ice storm, flake by frozen flake. “The calculus... Read more »

The New Criticism by Paul Hostovsky | Tuesday, August 08, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

My stepdaughter says I’m boring. “Everything you say is boring and like so seventies.” Her mother says I’m wonderful, though. “She’s being fresh. Don’t listen to her,” she says. But I can’t help listening because I want to be fresh and not boring, and I want to say ‘like’ like my stepdaughter because everything is... Read more »

Heritage by Louis Jenkins | Monday, August 07, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

Great-Grandmother Murphy was a proud woman. She came from a well-to-do family that had con- nections back east. She had presence and bearing. Great-Grandpa Murphy was an Irishman of dubi- ous ancestry and background. Nevertheless they got married, as people do. Grandpa Murphy shuf- fled along as they walked downtown, looking at the ground or... Read more »

Walking the Dog on the Night before He Is to Be Fixed by John Stone | Saturday, August 05, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

As far as I can tell, old chum, neuter is neither here nor there, but in-between, a state that has a certain charm, like pewter, prized for durability, if not for sheen. Tomorrow night you’ll stroll in wary fashion after the sleep, the knife, the careful scars that promise to put an end to wayward... Read more »