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What the Winter Means by Mark Penny

Friday, January 25th, 2013

You will be asking what the winter means. A crack, A crackle, A lament. The flat, sad surface of the earth Stuck in the ice That traps a pond. The green gone gray and white Alone Or clothed As if the crystals of the sky Had slipped their tassels, Slid the flimsy loom And flapped [...]

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the bully: winter by Linda Crate

Wednesday, February 1st, 2012

the hand of winter stretched out his grey gloves and poured snow out of his pitcher it fell upon the world in cold numbing waves it washed away all the colors of fall — it beat back my favorite lilies into the hand of white dust like people are prone to beat one another into [...]

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