Archive for February 8, 2018

As the wonderful Heather Shipman has sponsored my Patreon at the $5 a month level, I’ve written a poem on the theme of her choice, which was “how terribly evil winter and cold and snow are.” As this is a subject near and dear to my sunbasking, reptilian heart, I was very happy to oblige – so here, then, is the result:


The season of ice

grows downwards into the unsuspecting spine

like a stalactite,


fusing frost to vertebrae

until the nerve-numbed soles take root

in granite no less frozen

than Everest;


chilled hands cup a cup whose heat

explodes their crinkled life-lines

like atomic palmistry;



snow encroaches the naked air

like phlegm in a larynx,


barking to free itself


in sodden clumps

that tack to branches bare like ribs

and shudder, drooping,

hiding the ghost of life that cracks


and rattles the panes under every

riverbed, window, iris:

all cold portals closed and ingrown



under the burning white

for spring.