Snow Day Poems (with Emalee, Kyle, and Tristan)

In honor of the first snow I’ve seen in Wilmington (the first snow the city’s seen in more than 1,000 days), here are some comfy, cozy poems to keep y’all warm. First up was Snow by ruthless Mary Ruefle — who gave us the line “me, who is already, in the snow, beginning to have sex in my snow-mind” — read by inimitable Emalee Gross.

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Here are the delicious Terry’s chocolate orange cookies Emalee made to accompany her post-dinner performance:

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The next several wintered poems, performed by Twisty Tristy, appear in the James Wright collection The Branch Will Not Break.

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Then, we have Kyle’s reading of The Morning Road by Michael White (a former prof), from his collection Palma Cathedral, Winner of the 1998 Colorado Prize for Poetry:

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For a finale, here’s me reading Kenneth Patchen’s The Snow Is Deep on the Ground:

Then Winter by Mary Oliver:

& Landscape in Winter

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Here r some more pics from last few days <3

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Ty for listening Snow Angels!

xoxo, Gigi