Tuesday, June 22


Poetry is a means for a world of emotion and experience to fit inside a few clean words, placed precisely on a page. I understand this, in the reading and in the writing of it. It is where my heart takes a deep breath and my soul sighs in response. One too right not to share:


Marriage is not
a house or even a tent

it is before that, and colder:

The edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn

where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far

we are learning to make fire

Margaret Atwood


  1. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS POEM. i read it every once in a while and it gives me goosebumps!