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January 3, 2018 - Riqueza
January 3, 2018 – Riqueza
Riqueza by Tom McLaughlin Read by Tom McLaughlin https://textspeech.files.wordpress.com/2017/12/riqueza-tom-mclaughlin.mp3 1. Your mother calls you crying as we ride mountainbikes downhill with foreigners. She is inconsolable, can’t abide letting go of the boy who has brought her sliced apples and water in bed twenty three years in this godforsaken city where fruit ripens twice a year in…
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December 31, 2017 - Now That We Have Tasted Hope
December 31, 2017 – Now That We Have Tasted Hope
Now That We Have Tasted Hope by Khaled Mattawa Read by… Now that we have come out of hiding, Why would we live again in the tombs we’d made out of our souls? And the sundered bodies that we’ve reassembled With prayers and consolations, What would their torn parts be, other than flesh? Now that we have tasted hope And dressed each other’s wounds with the legends of our oneness Would we not prefer…
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December 28, 2017 - Balada de los Lugares Olvidados
December 28, 2017 – Balada de los Lugares Olvidados
Balada de los Lugardes Olvidados by Olga Orozco Read by Alejandro Serrano Mis refugios más bellos, los lugares que se adaptan mejor a los colores últimos de mi alma, están hechos de todo lo que los otros olvidaron. Son sitios solitarios excavados en la caricia de la hierba, en una sombra de alas; en una canción que pasa; regiones cuyos límites giran con los carruajes fantasmales que transportan…
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December 30, 2017 - Crossing the Square
December 30, 2017 – Crossing the Square
Crossing the Square by Grace Schulman Read by Emma Rye https://textspeech.files.wordpress.com/2017/12/crossing-the-square.mp3 Squinting through eye-slits in our balaclavas, we lurch across Washington Square Park hunched against the wind, two hooded figures caught in the monochrome, carrying sacks of fruit, as we’ve done for years. The frosted, starch- stiff sycamores make a lean Christmas tree…
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December 29, 2017 - Next Time Ask More Questions
December 29, 2017 – Next Time Ask More Questions
Next Time Ask More Questions Naomi Shihab Nye Read by… Before jumping, remember the span of time is long and gracious. No one perches dangerously on any cliff till you reply. Is there a pouch of rain desperately thirsty people wait to drink from when you say yes or no? I don’t think so. Hold that thought. Hold everything. When they say “crucial”—well, maybe for them? Hold your horses and your…
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December 27, 2017 - Blizzard
December 27, 2017 – Blizzard
Blizzard by William Carlos Williams Read by… Snow: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight deeper and deeper for three days or sixty years, eh? Then the sun! a clutter of yellow and blue flakes — Hairy looking trees stand out in long alleys over a wild solitude. The man turns and there — his solitary track stretched out upon the world. Retrieved…
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December 26, 2017 - The Ice Balloon
December 26, 2017 – The Ice Balloon
Excerpt from The Ice Balloon: a doomed journey in the archtic by Alec Wilkinson Read by… For most of the morning, they travelled through mist. The temperature was just above freezing. At about three in the afternoon, the balloon sank so low that the car twice struck the ice. During the next few hours, the fog enclosed the men and the balloon struck the surface continually—“8 touches in 30m,”…
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December 25, 2017 - A Christmas Carol, Stave Five
December 25, 2017 – A Christmas Carol, Stave Five
A Christmas Carol Excerpt from Stave Five: The End Of It by Charles Dickens Read by John Graves Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sun-light; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious! Glorious! “What’s to-day?” cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in…
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December 24, 2017 - A Christmas Carol, Stave One
December 24, 2017 – A Christmas Carol, Stave One
A Christmas Carol Excerpt from Stave One: Marley’s Ghost by Charles Dickens Read by… Once upon a time—of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve—old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house. It was cold, bleak, biting weather: foggy withal: and he could hear the people in the court outside go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the…
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December 23, 2017 - The Gift of the Magi
December 23, 2017 – The Gift of the Magi
The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry Read by… Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim’s present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design,…
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December 22, 2017 - The Little Match Girl
December 22, 2017 – The Little Match Girl
The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen Read By… She rubbed another match against the wall. It burned brightly, and where the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a veil, so that she could see through it into the room. A snow-white cloth was spread upon the table, on which was a beautiful china dinner-service, while a roast goose, stuffed with apples and prunes, steamed…
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December 21, 2017 - Little Women
December 21, 2017 – Little Women
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott Excerpt from Chapter II Read by… Jo was the first to wake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning. No stockings hung at the fireplace, and for a moment she felt as much disappointed as she did long ago, when her little sock fell down because it was crammed so full of goodies. Then she remembered her mother’s promise and, slipping her hand under her pillow, drew out…
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December 20, 2017 - Winter Migrants
December 20, 2017 – Winter Migrants
winter migrants by Tom Pickard Read by… a mass of moth-eaten cloud threadbare and spun across a bullish moon an animal wakes when I walk in winter, wrapped against a withering wind, solitary, on a Solway flat winter migrants gather in long black lines along a silver sleek heads held back, throats thrust toward an onshore rush occasionally cruciform, static in a flying wind as though in obeisance…
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December 19, 2017 - Beyond the Red River
December 19, 2017 – Beyond the Red River
Beyond the Red River by Thomas McGrath Read by Emma Rye https://textspeech.files.wordpress.com/2017/12/beyond-the-red-river.mp3 The birds have flown their summer skies to the south, And the flower-money is drying in the banks of bent grass Which the bumble bee has abandoned. We wait for a winter lion, Body of ice-crystals and sombrero of dead leaves. A month ago, from the salt engines of the sea,…
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December 18, 2018 - Lines: the cold earth slept below
December 18, 2018 – Lines: the cold earth slept below
Lines: the cold earth slept below by Percy Bysshe Shelley Read by… The cold earth slept below; Above the cold sky shone; And all around, With a chilling sound, From caves of ice and fields of snow The breath of night like death did flow Beneath the sinking moon. The wintry hedge was black; The green grass was not seen;…
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December 17, 2017 - Those Winter Sundays
December 17, 2017 – Those Winter Sundays
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Read by Emma Rye Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic…
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December 16, 2017 - The Weather in the Streets
December 16, 2017 – The Weather in the Streets
The Weather in the Streets by Mary Robinson Read by… The winters I was there, storms trashed the beaches, littered them horribly with mangled fish, great fish halves, and snarls of seaweed and plastic junk. Jellyfish that had seemed so graceful, glittering in the water, were now a plop of mucus on the shore. There were castaway lobster traps spangled with dozens and dozens of starfish. Rachel…
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