Winter Calls the Way of Life

WINTER CALLS THE WAY OF LIFE

By Karen S. Cole

When winter winds down the grey salted pavement
Superciliously spins the snowflakes of grave doubt.
I found trouble brewing around the next traffic light
Without no one to confide in me – neither slams melting.
As trickle face sliding icicles creeping over Ohio,
I saw the spears entering my chest via your nose.
It came to me you were all really people white –
It came to you I had finally found us out now.
And we stood together in a back yard in Gahanna,
Ohio where the winter kills anyone who stands
Around in a back yard loving every minute of it.
We were children of the snow for the briefest ten seconds,
As we sliding down the roof dripped ice pieces of
Drippy freezing clarity that spawned a Snoopy castle.

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Logging Timber in the Northwest Territories

Logging Timber in the Northwest Territories

By Karen S. Cole

Word Count: 300 words

logging timber in northwest territories

In order to keep following the dictates of your sacred
Working souls in chaos order – keeps the money flow
Through credit banks – and it must go ever forward
As settlement camps are history forever unaborted.
The Northwest Territories are new, estranged rawish lands;
I shake – reflect upon what this – aging wisdom demands,
I saw someone go up there with fourteen giant rusty chainsaws,
People who take down trees through inebriation of concentration,
And you know, if I could be up above, that’s exactly what I’d do.

Logging, logging, and eating food in an unearthly paradise of
Green distraction, constantly chanting, Move Forward, and Cut.
As timber falls down, we hear silver wolves howling on the Horizon,
There is a fallen once snowy mountain, and Dear God, there is it,
The mountains with snow aplenty waiting to be climbed and loved,
By overgrown boys who need pay and work and some few girls,
Driving trucks and taking all the work out from the Mexicans
Who need to be driving oh gosh they’re already up there, spewing
Coffee from brown hands and curling around the fingers of time.

I can’t do all forms of work, as no one else ever can, too, and I
Still long for the Life of Reilly – camping above the trees line!
There is no more beautiful scent for an instant than Evergreen,
A smell worth the blades runs of crashing timber faster than I
Keep up with the men, boys and women, and log down dust.
But now I can only craft the ripe fruits of poetry, sap and rust.

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