Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Tag: poetry
Remembering Pops
Thirty pairs of black socksBoxers, all plaidThree brown belts and one black oneGabardine pants folded flat, seams matching A line of clip-on ties, blue and greenA dozen short-sleeved dress shirtsGold cufflinks in a boxA leather wallet with his license and my high school picture… Continue Reading “Remembering Pops”
Naming Poem
In the preface of the book I am reading, Quiet Until the Thaw, is this poem. It is a Cree narrative naming poem. There are several such poems, this is just one. I am going to look for the others. For me, the simplicity… Continue Reading “Naming Poem”
Getting Home in the Snow
My car’s dashboard has a light to tell me I’m skidding, as if the car’s actual skidding wouldn’t be enough indication, and the light was on all the way home from the movie theatre as approaching cars waved their uncertainty at me, getting hit… Continue Reading “Getting Home in the Snow”
Tell Me Your Story So I Can Make It Mine
If a person hears a storyfrom someone who, say, was just talkingand then tells that story to othersI’m wondering who owns the story If the story is about being afraid, so afraidthat one sits terrified, looking out the windowfor a car that might drive… Continue Reading “Tell Me Your Story So I Can Make It Mine”
The Map in My Pocket
There are a lot of hurting people. Sad people, sick people, people shiveringin the dark, people covering their eyes with their hands,sick with grief and longing. I’m not one of them.My hurting times were so long ago, I’veforgotten how to be frantic, how to… Continue Reading “The Map in My Pocket”
Snow Door | wisconsinacademy.org
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
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