Sideways snow outside the window, all of us bundled with our gadgets, our books, our friends, the din of soft German going through tunnels, beneath bridges, the ivy, the vines, the limbs cut to the nub: I sit on the train and… Read More ›
snow poem
Snow
When it snowed, my dad dug a path from the front door to the sidewalk There were no cars on the road except the sound of someone with chains going by At night, the snow took what light was left… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 