Poem for the Day: November 3rd, 2021

November Night by Adelaide Crapsey

Listen. . 
With faint dry sound, 
Like steps of passing ghosts, 
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees 
And fall.

Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1914) is most famous for being the inventor of the cinquain, a poetic form containing five lines. Crapsey’s short and tragic life, coupled with the macabre nature of her work, which deals heavily with death and human suffering, makes her a poet not easily read. However, for the reader brave enough to wade through the murky waters of Crapsey’s sparse oeuvre, her work is richly rewarding. You can read more about Crapsey and her work here.

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Quote for the Day: October 26th, 2021

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Isn’t fall the best? Multicolored leaves falling from the trees. The smell of change in the air. The intentional slowing-down of time. And pumpkin spice everything, of course. Since today’s quote is from The Great Gatsby, I thought I’d share my favorite edition of that particular book, which you can purchase here.

Poem for the Day: October 20th, 2021

the tenderness of autumn by Madisen Kuhn

i hold onto 
the way the air feels in october 
it brings out the best in me 
unlike the violating heat 
of august that fills the space between
the dirt and the heavens 
only a handful of moons prior to 
the golden treetops and the 
ritualistic pumpkin and maple 
that stir our hearts and reveal 
our need for stupid, cheery things 

the earth is falling asleep 
lying its head to rest 
in the fading foliage on the ground 
folding up the day into smaller 
and smaller glimpses of light 
but here i am
bathing in the soft wind 
here i am 
grinning in a grey sweater 
here i am 
waking up