I open a book by Joanne Witzkowski
I open a book.
One brittle flower falls,
Shudders into dust.
No flicker of flame
Could be as beautiful
and as burning
and as brief
As the memories
that perfumed powder
evokes.
- Joanne Witzkowski
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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only
Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.
