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The Thaw

For all the talk of warmth and rebirth, spring is a really ugly season. Trails turn to mud pits and roads to rivers as the thaw begins to take hold, and the brown carcasses of what was left at the end of fall begin to reappear. The ground cover is a layer of partially decayed leaves, and all the damage the winter did is slowly revealed.

December 9th, 2016|Categories: fall 2016, fiction|

Of Wind

White Wind / Frozen layering like ice sheets, / Yet wicked and swift, / It carves and scours its path.

December 8th, 2016|Categories: fall 2016, poems|