About the Poems
by Jenny Browne
Recently my sister and I had a sort of argument about how "the holidays," Christmas in particular, meant something different (and by this she meant something more) to her than to me. She's probably right as I've always had a conflicted relationship with those days to which we give special names and an even more conflicted one with the idea that we should be compelled to feel a certain way on said days. These five are part of a larger series of holiday "inspired" poems that weaves in and out of a new manuscript entitled Like the Universe. I hope they speak to what "the holidays" do in fact mean to me. Mainly, here is another day filled with more questions than answers, more dust-bunnies than angels and more attention given to the threads of imagination that stick between your teeth than to anything that resembles a feast.