April Lindner

Every writer needs other writers, to commune with, to commiserate with, to read her work and provide feedback.  One of my trusted writer friends is poet and translator Lynn Levin, whose work I've known and admired for years.  We live on opposite sides of Philadelphia, but every once in a while I hop on the regional rail: and meet up with Lynn in Center City for lunch and poetry. Lynn's got a new book out,  her translations of the Peruvian poet Odi Gonzal es , about which Chad Sweeney has written, "Woven of Spanish Catholic and indigenous Quechua colors, these pages shimmer like angels in an Andean Eden." As for Lynn's own poems, they too shimmer.  Here's one that I love for its own sake, and also because I saw it in an earlier draft at one of our poetry lunches a few years back: Cicadas   Odd to see a live one up close instead of a crispy ghost clinging to a tree or to hear one so silent. On the herringbone pattern of our p...