by Madeline Ewanyshyn
Walter and Toby sat down on the ice, cross-legged. They ate the jam and cheese sandwiches Walter had brought. The jam was tart, and slightly crystallized from the cold air.
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I walked in shoes of blood. I walked away
from love so many times I ended up walking
back to it.
by Jim Zola
with a river that rises in locks, with a father who works
at the ice factory and brings home sculptures, nudes reduced
by Janet Kvammen
Crows fly home before five.
Leaves freeze on the vine.
Before we know it
she is here, so sly,
by Emory Oakley
It's morning, yet light from street lamps
still reach through windows.
Winter is haunting.