“Walking with Your Eyes Shut,” by William Stafford

This week the wonderful poet Nickole Brown was asking folks on social media for short, creative nonfiction pieces about sound for a class she is teaching on defamiliarization. I admit, I missed the acronym, CNF and was, as usual, thinking of poetry. My mind went straight to a poem by William Stafford and my hands immediately reached…

Little Rooms, by William Stafford

I was a young man away in the great flat state of Indiana, missing my home in the forested Pennsylvania hills and ridges, feeling alone without my new wife those first three months beginning my seminary studies, when I first encountered the poetry of that wise old sage William Stafford. Yes, I did say seminary…