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Cold Respite

Startling silence after a three-day storm – minus-five and everything settled and smooth, snow resting like a kind of truce or like the moment of sleep-slipping after hard loving on silken-white skin. Advertisements

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Lorca en Nuena York

Bitter winter mornings, in my head, shoulders and down my spine, my pain is hewn in the shape of the cross. The cold pounds my hands and feet like nails. Is that how it went for you, Poeta en Nueva York, self-exiled … Continue reading

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Cold Comfort

Think about all the fishes in the sea, small comfort. It is not a question of plenty, it is a complaint of distance, of cold and voluminous sinks and dark, uncharted waters recirculating between currents. The way the ice forms, … Continue reading

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15-below

The sun is weak from the cold, low in the sky, a pale yellow smear dragging itself through dense ice fog. One bright red stop sign is the only color in this monochrome of whites and grays and darkest evergreen … Continue reading

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January in Central Missouri

My friend, son of a dairy farmer, said His dad was going hard, as per usual, and damn it if he didn’t blow out his appendix Which was so perfect a line that I had to start this poem with … Continue reading

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Winter Dreamscape with Black-capped Chickadees

A field of women with pine cones for breasts. Chickadees perch on them, clinging at all angles, sideways, upside down, pecking for seeds. The most disturbing thing is how the birds are wearing tiny knit caps, black ones, jaunty, never … Continue reading

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absolutes

houses like tombstones in neat rows buried under snow winter’s a tidy death picked clean to bone white is the absence of color cold is a lack of energy silence is the voice of the dead what you hear when everything stops … Continue reading

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