I heard this poem by Maxine Kumin read today on Writer’s Almanac, by Garrison Keillor. It’s from Jack and Other New Poems © W. W. Norton. New Hampshire, February 7, 2003 It’s snowing again. All day, reruns of the blizzard of ’78 newscasters vying for bragging rights how it was to go hungry after they’d thumped the vending machines empty the weatherman clomping four miles on snowshoes to get to his mike so he could explain how three lows could collide to create a lineup of isobars footage of state troopers peering into the caked windows of cars backed up … Continue reading Maxine Kumin