Cold Fire

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The closing stanza of William Pearson’s poem “Winter Broken” reads,

“We weren’t each other’s audience that night, but, just as the
evenly spaced halogen suggested, and the polystyrene
melting on your big hat, your hair
getting caught in our mouths when kissing, your
wearing too much makeup, your remaining
unaware of how cold it was
outside my car,
under the stars,
with which, from our distance,
whether turning clockwise
or counterclockwise, we made a meaningful axis.
And in these paper-lined boxes, nearly empty
but expanding and loud,
tiled with wrinkles in incredible relief,
uncurling into tiny ellipses, each of them,
filling up with snow.”

With an intellectuality and ease, Pearson presents an atmospheric work that spirals around the reader, cold and clear, creating movement as complex and fluid as falling flakes with only words and commas. Be sure to read the whole piece in our first issue to get the full effect!

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Photo Credit: Ruairí
(http://pricklygoo.com/2010/11/28/sound-silence-and-snow/)

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