Monday, February 21, 2005

ice storm

Everything crackles.

The ground is broken like breakaway glass, the kind from crashed car windshields, the kind actors smash through in Hollywood westerns, salon fronts, where the hero wrestles the villain in the dust.

Rejection letter in my inbox.

Mid-American Review 25th anniversary issue is out, with a poem by me about bees.

Which, of course, is not really about bees.