Remember February
padding by our house on monks' feet, old as stone.
poetry
My German Grandfather
I remember the old geezer he once was
Cycles of Darkness
New snow falls, covering
Icarus Otherwise, South Himsworth
Stan, late that summer he turned twelve,
Cold Comfort
coke in cans cold beef
Waiting for some word
As winter wears on, we yearn for birds
To the best of our knowledge
Yo usob that out of the blackened tanks popped
The coldest winter
The fame of those who lived there once
Style (Contest Winner)
He wants to wear the runners home, so
Caleb
Little boy crying because you think I've left
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