Tag: Walt Whitman

In 2025 I was a Convalescent

Laura Eppinger

I am ending 2025 how I began it ... on bed rest.  The weekend before Christmas, my foot caught on some uneven pavement outside the mall. I tripped and fell, mercifully not breaking any bones. My right side is bruised and cut, with the worst pain coming from a skinned knee and a swollen red… Continue reading In 2025 I was a Convalescent

Shades of Whitman: Philadelphia, PA

Laura Eppinger

I think I figured out why April is National Poetry Month: in April, all the trees bloom suddenly, and every year I am surprised. I give up, assume it will always stay winter, and then when I least expect it the world explodes with color. And pollen. I'm so dizzy with pollen or zonked by… Continue reading Shades of Whitman: Philadelphia, PA