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SHJ Issue 7
Fall 2013

Quiet Night

by Virginia Hemingway

It’s quiet when you’re single on a frigid Idaho night.
Snow came down days and days ago but it’s still stuck
like dirty ice cream, not yet ready to be slushy muck.

The tv isn’t working but thanks to the net, I’m blessed
with a gift;
a book of his poetry sent by my former professor.  
It was decades ago when he and Mary, two free spirits, landed
in, of all places, Twin Falls, conservative, Idaho.

All I can hear is Gemma licking her paw until she stops;
looks at me and asks do you hear it too?
Yes, I say out loud, I hear that plane up there, it’s ok.
Knowing it’s ok, she twists her head in that silly way
and covers her nose with her paw.   

Now a neighbor’s noisy engine starts up and the
furnace comes to life.
This night, being single is utterly, utterly right.
No one to argue: noise, there must be noise!
It’s amazing to find a friend from long, long ago and
read his life’s details on this quiet, quiet night.



SHJ Issue 7
Spring 2013

Virginia Hemingway

is an Idaho native who received her B.A. in English Literature from Boise State University. While employed there as the Director of Graduate Admissions, her writing abilities were utilized in technical writing: developing brochures and catalog descriptions. She developed a grass roots organization to influence animal-cruelty laws in Idaho in 2007. She used her technical writing to co-author legislation and developed a ballot initiative. Virginia has been writing poetry since her twenties for her own personal reflections.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury