The Coldest Winter On Earth is out. Right now please
buy it here, at SPD, which is where you should try to buy
most of your books (if possible). It's also for sale at the
Marick Press web page. The poems collected here were written
between 1998 and 2011. More info at SPD webpage. It should
make it to Amazon soon (I'm not sure what the hold up
there is). Here's a poem from the book, more recent. The fox
depicted herein is a regular visitor at this residence:
FLYING
OVER IT
The fox, nine shades
of sandstone, was pierced
through the eye of
the doe, its memory streaming
behind her. Leather
is the pilot's thought-designs,
an instrument panel made of
windmills and goggles,
the snow draining pewter through the
resident's loose jaw, his large teeth, an
arrowhead grooved in each
thin hand; death is a body growing larger
but lighter, years flipping away
like flash paper,
the enormous sun breaking gravity
it is sunk so deep in the frozen lake
of the open eyes,
the legs now shining like petrified time . . .
The fox, nine shades
of sandstone, was pierced
through the eye of
the doe, its memory streaming
behind her. Leather
is the pilot's thought-designs,
an instrument panel made of
windmills and goggles,
the snow draining pewter through the
resident's loose jaw, his large teeth, an
arrowhead grooved in each
thin hand; death is a body growing larger
but lighter, years flipping away
like flash paper,
the enormous sun breaking gravity
it is sunk so deep in the frozen lake
of the open eyes,
the legs now shining like petrified time . . .
