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  1. My Father Watched Westerns by Faith Shearin | Wednesday, January 11, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor 2017/01/11
    He couldn’t get enough of them: those dusty landscapes on the other side of the screen, men on horses seeking justice or revenge. All through my life if he was tired I would find him in a dark room full of gunfire. His movie titles included words like Lone and Lonesome though mostly families stuck... Read more »
  2. Sturgeon Season by Floyd Skloot | Tuesday, January 10, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor 2017/01/10
    They have been there since dawn, their boats side-by-side midriver, lines cast downstream into the edge of deep water, sipping coffee as light seeps through naked branches of ash and cottonwood. Now from shadows of limbs and swirling current a sea lion slithers among their orange anchor buoys and dives. The water, already roiled brown... Read more »
  3. Looking at a Dead Wren in My Hand by Robert Bly | Monday, January 09, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor 2017/01/09
          Forgive the hours spent listening to radios, and the words of gratitude I did not say to teachers. I love your tiny rice-like legs, that are bars of music played in an empty church, and the feminine tail, where no worms of Empire have ever slept, and the intense yellow chest that makes tears come.... Read more »
  4. Taking Down the Tree by Jane Kenyon | Sunday, January 08, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor 2017/01/08
    “Give me some light!” cries Hamlet’s uncle midway through the murder of Gonzago. “Light! Light!” cry scattering courtesans. Here, as in Denmark, it’s dark at four, and even the moon shines with only half a heart. The ornaments go down into the box: the silver spaniel, My Darling on its collar, from Mother’s childhood in... Read more »
  5. First Snow by Mary Oliver | Saturday, January 07, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor 2017/01/07
    The text of today’s poem is not available online.
  6. Complaint by James Wright | Friday, January 06, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor 2017/01/06
    She’s gone. She was my love, my moon or more. She chased the chickens out and swept the floor, Emptied the bones and nut-shells after feasts, And smacked the kids for leaping up like beasts. Now morbid boys have grown past awkwardness; The girls let stitches out, dress after dress, To free some swinging body’s... Read more »
  7. Looking by W.D. Snodgrass | Thursday, January 05, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor 2017/01/05
    What was I looking for today? All that poking under the rugs, Peering under the lamps and chairs, Or going from room to room that way, Forever up and down the stairs Like someone stupid with sleep or drugs. Everywhere I was, was wrong. I started turning the drawers out, then I was staring in... Read more »
  8. The Woodcutter Changes His Mind by David Budbill | Wednesday, January 04, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor 2017/01/04
    When I was young, I cut the bigger, older trees for firewood, the ones with heart rot, dead and broken branches, the crippled and deformed ones, because, I reasoned, they were going to fall soon anyway, and therefore, I should give the younger trees more light and room to grow. Now I’m older and I... Read more »
  9. Music by Anne Porter | Tuesday, January 03, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor 2017/01/03
    When I was a child I once sat sobbing on the floor Beside my mother’s piano As she played and sang For there was in her singing A shy yet solemn glory My smallness could not hold And when I was asked Why I was crying I had no words for it I only shook... Read more »
  10. Ode to the Fish by Ellen Bass | Monday, January 02, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor 2017/01/02
    Nights when I can’t sleep, I listen to the sea lions barking from the rocks off the lighthouse. I look out the black window into the black night and think about fish stirring the oceans. Muscular tuna, their lunge and thrash churning the water, whipping up a squall, storm of hunger. Herring cruising, river of... Read more »
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