Snow Script

During the heavy storm my life caught fire. This was not a surprise–I’d been training for this all my life, folding page after page into the iron stove. Didn’t you know? When a fire catches it is not lonely, it has no thirst, puts statistics to the side, is more real than all the tyrannies. 

Fire. In the center of the cross. And I woke feeling someone tugging on my arm though no one was there.

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto