Glowing secret in the quickening night, starsare small fires in the blackness—the astuteand quiescent, the alone and dejected,educated to absence hang about likethe smell of frost, the permanentaromatic of winter.The memory of youth rancid sweet, bitterin the mouth, and crushed in the pocket.Shivering, clean snips of paper‑thin moonlightmelt into waning clouds drifting by.We cover our... Continue Reading →