A spike of ice...

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I thought I’d share a short winter poem from the manuscript I’ve been working on for the last several months, Decades: Selected Poems.

Decades consists of poems culled from the seven full-length collections, and several dozen chapbooks, that I’ve published over the last twenty years.

I’ll publish the book under my own imprint, The Exile Press, in late spring.

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Now that the animal
trapped in the rafters

is silent, the cold alone

is a sound.
February’s glare

bent by Victorian glass

casts the outline
of a spike of ice

spread from floor to ceiling—

the only thing
holding the house up.