The Writer's Almanac

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This five-minute radio gem hosted Garrison Keillor recounts the highlights of that day in history and reads a short poem or two.



  • Thursday, March 26, 2015 1:01am
    It is as true as Caesar’s name was Kaiser That no economist was ever wiser (Though prodigal himself and a despiser Of capital and calling thrift a miser). And when we get too far apart in wealth, ’Twas his idea that for the public health, So that the poor won’t have to steal by stealth,... Read more »
  • Wednesday, March 25, 2015 1:01am
    Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because... Read more »
  • Tuesday, March 24, 2015 1:01am
    Driving a cardboard automobile without a license                                at the turn of the century               my father ran into my mother                                                        on a fun-ride at Coney Island                    having spied each other eating                                           in a French boardinghouse nearby And having decided right there and then                                               that she was for him entirely          he followed her into                                               the playland of... Read more »
  • Monday, March 23, 2015 1:01am
    across from the gas station a bus stopped every ten minutes under the blue streetlight and discharged a single passenger. Never more than one. A one-armed man with a cane. A girl in red leather. A security guard carrying his lunch box. They stepped into the light, looked left, then right, and disappeared. Otherwise, the... Read more »
  • Sunday, March 22, 2015 1:01am
    It was my father taught my mother how to dance. I never knew that. I thought it was the other way. Ballroom was their style, a graceful twirling, curved arms and fancy footwork, a green-eyed radio. There is always more than you know. There are always boxes put away in the cellar, worn shoes and... Read more »