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JANUARY by Jesse Lee Kercheval An ice dam is water that wants to be warm so badly it forces up your shingles, tears its way inside your roof, just so it can be wet again, thaw and drip down through your insulation, into your ceiling, seeping into the plaster, sending it crashing down on your daughter's piano. Don't be angry. Don't think of the ice as a new roof, a serious expense not covered by homeowner's insurance. Think of the ice as someone who wants to join the family, as the first visitor in promising New Year. IN WISCONSIN by Jesse Lee Kercheval winter days are curt: two blinks & its dark. Sneeze--the day is gone. Yet the elongated nights are Galapagos Islands of time, the stars pinholes to a brighter universe, the moon the perfect flashlight for reading all night in bed. © Jesse Lee Kercheval « Home | Contributor Notes » |
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