Poetry Corner
by Lawrence Spiro

Snow has many images. It can be thought of as bright and reflective. It can also be thought of as a ubiquitous cover of life and lives.

"The Dead" is a short story concluding a collection of stories written by James Joyce, entitled Dubliners. Gretta Conroy is not dead but only slightly alive as the snow blankets Ireland like a shroud. This poem is an epilogue to her portion.

Interrupt
Lawrence Spiro (2006)

The wind roars and shrills
blasting through the quaking sill.

She shifts her sheets
and moves slowly from a half dead sleep
toward the darkened light.
barely dreaming, slightly seeing
the grey night shrouded in vitreous white.

Pale fingers press her face
against the rigid pane.
Her dreams sift through frigid lace,
options, identity wain.

Shivering breathes fog the view.
Here and now, near and soon
fading silhouettes against glass,
demur to the static moving past.

whale songs
Paula Timpson

whales songs are
forgiveness,
hope and longing

whales tails grace the earth,
blessing
breath of joy

listen to singing
whales
giving peace to all

whales dive deep,
taking our souls with them
into tomorrow—