Contributions by Laura L. Snyder
Conversation with the Sun in February
Sitting in a chair facing winter sun,
I will not ask Why or How long
will it take to heal? I will only say,
Joy. Small sounds like Ahhhh and Ohhhh
escape without thought. My eyes
are slits. After winter’s gray and black,
…
Taking a Poetry Manuscript to the Post Office
It took a month to get this group of twenty-four
poems into a cohesive manuscript. Thirty
late night screamings, bouts of brain freeze,
juggling and futzing with commas and line
breaks, Do I want “the” or “a?” on poems
I had considered done. Dang, it’s the…
Canning
I come to the woods for solitude,
for long ambling walks with field guides
in a battered knapsack, and for the serendipity
of wild creatures. I want writing time, and lament
that here, the sparse humanity is so social.
Acquaintances, up…