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Melting ice challenge 2017

Summer Job as Glacier Tour Guide

In these last years, the glacier had turned a dull, trembling pink      and industry bloomed like soft dough, the city a softly-molded mountain. In these last years of warmer ice, there were rules only we understood.      Rookies must be able to dig road in the amber of dusty lamps because each […]

On the Rocks

I’ll have an oil spill on the rocks. Earthshaking. Dirty. I want the works. Nitrous oxide, CO2, give me rolling mist, smoke, smog. Polluted. Can you fill it to the brim? Raise the sea levels? Spray it with acid to give it that kick? I want heat, flames fuelled by fossil. Complex notes. Bitter. Rim […]

A Modern Penguin

          I have a screen. You can do loads of things with me. You can         use my keyboard. You switch me on. I am on a global         network. I can do things very quickly. I can write an essay.         I can talk to penguins who […]

How?

Forests, flowing rivers,  Sky reaching trees. All of these things I see. But there is one disturbing thing. Ice. Lots of ice. Melting ice. I tear my gaze away from the hare, But she is still staring at me, Unblinking. She nudges me, with her soft paws, Almost like she’s begging me. As I run […]

The Garden

The garden here is half its size. The place where the blue swing was has crumbled down to sand. Looking here, I wonder what happens to the earth the sea charms away. It whistles to the rocks, I have come to join you. Further down, by the cove, the water laps at ankles of children […]

Take Hold

Palmfuls of chromosomes, the possibility of choices. My hands can help and harm in a sea of choices. Some chromosomes look like sycamores up close, melting off blue-bellied trees. Exclamation marks for many voices branching bottomless to broadcast a plea. Spectral pirouettes, speckled silhouettes,  burning butterflies in my body, teardrops, glaciers, empty and filled spaces. […]

High-Tide

We wrapped our heads around the afternoon and watched as passing toppers broke the ice-white caps of the waves. You were pointing to where the high-tide mark stood staining the side of a building, telling me how each year the rivers strained their banks and the sea would overspill like a bath. My height barely […]

The Ice Polar Bear

There was a girl who was made of bricks Everything was made of bricks Except she didn’t know that there was an ice polar bear stuck in her mirror It howled at night and whispered at day She heard it whisper in the wind It was a message Every day it made clones of itself […]

Ice Cover on Lake Michigan

One hundred thousand years ago a glacier flung its arms out wide and dipped a gelid finger in the Mississippi. It stumbled through the doorway to the north, rolling mountains out like carpet. It left us sweet cold lakes in whittled bedrock where a crackled breeze in late December would lull them all to sleep. […]

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