Poem of the Week: Eating Walnuts

The old man eating walnuts knows the trick: you do it wrong for many years, applying pressure to the seams, to split the shell along its hemispheres. It seems so clear and easy. There’s the line. You follow the instructions, then your snack ends up quite pulverized. You sweep your lap, and mutter, try again.Continue reading “Poem of the Week: Eating Walnuts”