Even now I dream of this -- ice-glossed asphalt,
the car in circiles, then at rest in the median.
For miles, nothing but snow coating Osceola,
Iowa like a curse, winter crimping the final berries.
(from "Black Ice", Midnight Voices, Cherry Grove Collections)
Deborah Ager will be the featured reader at the initial event of the Spoken Word Series this coming Sunday; all the usual details apply.
Hope to see you there!