The last day the temperature rose above 105, the Persian carpet zinnia wilted its last time. It quit. That evening, the wind blew in from the west, and the next day, we barely sweat. The marigold bloomed. Then heat returned. One of my students confessed she’d dropped poetry class three times. This term, she stuck […]
Cathy Thwing
Cathy Thwing has been teaching writing at community colleges since receiving her MFA in Creative Writing from Eastern Washington University. You can find some of her recent poems in Blue Heron Review, Meniscus, the Orchards Poetry Review, and Whitefish Review. Gardening, practicing cello, and swinging in hammocks fill her life’s other nooks and crannies.
On Getting Older
When did morning become the sad time? It used to be the wake and rise, the fine time. Now, I wake to a hole—it’s not that anything is missing– or maybe it is. It’s that my brain doesn’t fire until I step outside, walk a dozen blocks, let the light into my eyes. I used […]