I have a job that allows me to drive even though my whole town was locked down by a level-three snow emergency. It was quite creepy this morning, traveling along the empty roads. The inside of a car is the worst place to experience the beauty of a blanket of snow.
Author of poetry collection serious red (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 1996) and a limited edition called queen of cups (Burning Press, 1993). Essays in Ordering the Storm (CSU Poetry Center) and elsewhere. Poems published in American Poetry Review, Barn Owl Review, Hobble Creek Review, Whiskey Island, DMQ Review, Nimrod, Southern Poetry Review, Denver Quarterly, wicked alice, ArtCrimes, Harpur Palate, Gargoyle (#53), mirage period(ical), Taproot, Cleveland Slam Anthology, and others I can't remember or lost track of. Published in several Cleveland anthologies. Received two Ohio Arts Council individual fellowships and a memorable residency at Headlands Center for the Arts. Used to slam with the big boys. Live on a great lake, held in abeyance.
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I have a job that allows me to drive even though my whole town was locked down by a level-three snow emergency. It was quite creepy this morning, traveling along the empty roads. The inside of a car is the worst place to experience the beauty of a blanket of snow.
Hi freezybaby.
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