I open a book by Joanne Witzkowski

I open a book.
One brittle flower falls,
Shudders into dust.
No flicker of flame
Could be as beautiful
and as burning
and as brief
As the memories
that perfumed powder
evokes.

- Joanne Witzkowski

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Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.

I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.

Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.

Deadline is Thursday, July 31.

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