by Bram Earth freezes in the longest dark. A silver slipper of a new moon dances across the longest night. I lay the great log in the fireplace. Coddled like a colicky child and placed with care behind the grate, tucked in with pine kindling and crumpled newsprint. The chill of the house makes me…

by Bram Two mile trail and I’m heading south Smooth and fenced-in green money land on the east Red brick foundry and industrial sickhouse on the west Spots of shade before me in the white I ease off the pedals and coast to a stop. Two mile trail and he’s heading north Long tan legs…