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quenntis-ashby's picture
Feb.21.2011
Frostbitten as I was in my co-ice-co-coon Your lips felt cold on me The curved divinity of Absolute Zero In a g-string Stripped me of what little heat I had left I became profoundly still in no time Barefoot all the way up Your Ice King Kone apologizes in silence again All thump-a-thump-a-thumbs...
jules-jacob's picture
Jan.31.2011
Are you aware of the impending storm in the US? If you aren’t, keep reading. If you are, keep reading. The storm and the headlines are threatening. Sure, the headlines I listed attract viewers. Yes, retailers also benefit, but I’m joining the-sky-is-falling team for this one. Latest Storm to Impact...
dale-estey's picture
Jan.23.2011
  Well - a 'sheen' of ice. (Well, maybe more than a sheen, as I tossed a light rock onto it and it stuck). The ice  was at the upper end of the Northwest Arm  - though not the upper upper end. Between the yacht  still anchored in the water (from an angle it looked as if it was nosed into the...
stephen-pain's picture
Jan.08.2011
At least I have novel blog entry titles. Ice. Jeez. Ice. I can't tell you how slippery it has been in the past few days. Let's say Thumper would be laughing his head off at my antics - my Gold Rush boots with tread came apart last week - so now I have to use these training shoes that have no tread...
harrison-solow's picture
Jan.21.2010
A few years ago, in preparing a lecture on Jane Eyre for the second year students, I discovered that one of the critics on the novel had remarked thatJane Eyre had the best depiction of ‘cold' in all of English Literature, quoting a passage about the schoolgirls walking back to Lowood from...
jonathan-winters's picture
Jan.21.2010
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. Andrew Jenski, that is – I, was just so. It was not stupid, in itself, to agree to the FBI agent, Mr. Holda buying me lunch, while Lt. Steve Patrón flew away the now officially impounded Kamov Ka-52 . Agent Holda and I went to Paul Revere's...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Jan.08.2010
I sprinkle salt on the frozen yard to ease my passage out to the garden shed. It hisses and spits like golden bubbles of kelp that burst underneath foot on the seashore in July . I wore shorts then and little else and my legs were tan and my toe nails bore a deep burgundy sheen. All things are...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Jan.03.2010
The sun has moved closer into us. I saw it from the kitchen window this evening. It brought succour, a sense of what is to come. There was something positive in the way I had to bend the yellow venetian blind, just a tad, to block out the glare. Something that told me all was going to be well and...
ric-gaughan's picture
Dec.09.2009
   I've always loved snow and the quiet peace found in a snowy night. Although my schedule never permits it, I could go and spend hours upon hours just walking around in a forest in the dead of winter; although I myself would not find it to be very dead at all.     The crunch of the packed snow...
dk-christi's picture
Dec.09.2009
Sunday morning is shockingly cold.  Frost glistens on the car; a crust of ice is in the water bottle left in the car. She packs quickly.  A wind whistled through the mountains in the night, stripping the last vestiges of autumn from many trees; it is still blowing.  Her sweat suit might not be...