Here’s a line from Janice N. Harrington’s poem in the September/October issue of Orion we won’t soon forget: “Broken, rubbed between two fingers / you linger like nostalgia, regret, grief.” Sharp, desolate, beautiful—Harrington’s poem is a perfect entrée to winter.

Listen: the author reads “Wild Onion” aloud.

Read more poetry published in Orion, here.