Part one – #MidwinterDay

for my classmate, Christina

When I’m surrounded by obligations,
by debts calling my name and haunting me,
I pull away and read good poetry.
This week I’m reading Bernadette Mayer’s

Midwinter Day. The solstice is upon
us, the year’s shortest day, its longest night,
& I need protection from the evil
that lurks between, within those lines, those notes,

those moments of waking, paralyzing
thoughts. There is always something overdue,
some rhyme that’s needed near the end of it
all. It’s freezing cold outside – my eyes weep

tears that lubricate their pain, overflow
the walls, fall like icicles to the ground.


Author: Raymond Maxwell Librarian, archivist, retired foreign service officer and Navy veteran.

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