Arlene Weiner: December Vigil
I think of Jeff and Mike, who won’t need
next year’s calendars, Mike saying
These are my last poems. Tomorrow
is not promised, some people say.
December 21, 2023 · 2 Comments
Tony Magistrale: Thinking about Brueghel on a Sunday Afternoon
Despite the ice-bound world outside my own winter window,
how much colder it appears there
in the teal-tinted landscapes they inhabit.
January 1, 2023 · 4 Comments
