Alice Friman: The Road Not Taken
I stood at the window
leaning my head, there
where the glass was cool
and looked out at the trees
bare now in January
January 1, 2025 · 13 Comments
Deborah Bogen: January
Think of a snowfield before the first child wakes, before sled runners cross the hill and the boots of hunters do their work. We’ve climbed to the top of another … Continue reading
January 7, 2016 · 1 Comment
