In January

Only one cell in the frozen hive of night

is lit, or so it seems to us:

this Vietnamese cafe, with its oily light,

its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.

Laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks.

Beyond the glass, the wintry city

creaks like an ancient wooden bridge.

A great wind rushes under all of us.

The bigger the window, the more it trembles.

Ted Kooser


About Katie Heimer

I'm a graduate student of media studies at the New School. My main academic interests in the field center around issues of women in the media (both in terms of representations of and access to) and the overlapping issues of media reform and education. This website will serve as a chronicle of my progress and growth, both intellectually and personally, as I navigate my master's of media studies.
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