Poetry — April 28, 2011 14:02 — 0 Comments

Winter Storm Sijo – Andrea Scarpino

You who want so badly to die: columns of snow. Waves break
into ice, ice breaks against stone. Every sound, a bitterness.
Every breath, freezing. Whiteout. Snowdrift. What will stop you?

Bio:

Andrea Scarpino is the author of the chapbook The Grove Behind (Finishing Line Press). She received an MFA in Creative Writing from The Ohio State University, has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and teaches with Union Institute and University's Cohort Ph.D. program in Interdisciplinary Studies. She is a weekly contributor for the blog Planet of the Blind.

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney

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