Thank you to all that entered and to the judges who helped me decide.
Wintery MixMy nights pass.
They drive by with halved-hearts
(one ventricle and the rest left
for the dogs).
They remind me of a ticking calendar,
restless and yearning.
One by one by one
the days laugh in my face,
and spit in it
chilling, stinging slush.
My raw skin grows frigid,
melded to muscle
pins and needles
stuffed into a rag doll
with a real wool hat,
and those undersized mittens
that we have kept for too long
(days when we were naïve and witty and cute).
I trudge my feet through the loose snow,
they leave stripes where they fall.
I am just trying to shape this city,
make it fresh.
My prints resemble an animal pri
Christmas GiftChristmas Gifts
Rools is, Robbie spat loudly into the dirt, no biten, no scratchen or pullen hair likeuh gurl. Robbie was a short and war-bitten six year old. His parents fought wild like animals, all the time.
I think his mother must a been sixteen when shed had him cause I remember she didnt look no older than twenty-five or so when I saw her at the funeral. When his dad got himself thrawn in jail, his mother take him and run off withn other man and that would be the las