Homemade snow pants of thick wool, ice caked on my jacket sleeves and on my mittens: I head out with my best friend, Rita doll...
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By Gerri Patterson, January 31, 2012 Print This Post Thirty Degrees Below Zero
By Mary Wlodarski, January 31, 2012
Saturday Morning
By Michael Teffera, January 7, 2012
It was around 9:55 a.m. I was waiting for the library to open.
I saw a cute Ethiopian girl coming toward me. She had dark brown skin, short hair, and a pretty baby face.
“What time is it?” She asked me. Her English accent was very good.
Print This Post The Dead of Winter
By Richard Broderick, January 7, 2012
We speak of it
as though it were a place,
a battlefield strewn
with corpses,
a burial ground
of shattered statues
hooded with snow.
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By Julia Klatt Singer, June 3, 2011
Too Big for My Skin
By Desdamona, May 11, 2011
My momma never told a lie, she couldn’t when the truth was clear
Through stretch marks and crow’s feet, the truth is what she told me
Not through words, but through the curve of her hips
The gleam in her eyes . . . the memories on her lips
She is so beautiful, that her skin can’t even keep her concealed
She is so beautiful, that in her early days
she carried another life inside her, manifested the fire
Sending her existence higher...
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By Tim Nolan, March 25, 2011
My feet are cold—the car
is cold—the car sounds
like a bucket of bolts
Rolling down a hill—
it’s so cold that my breath
falls like ice from the roof...
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