Winter/Summer

I have a poem in the current issue of A-Minor Magazine, called "Winter/Summer." The poem came from more than one report of awful boating or jet ski incidents involving blades, the vulnerability of being in the water near them. And from the sharp dangers of winter, ever returning. It seemed important for the title to be rendered with a slash mark.

And when will the furnace stop coming on overnight? Will it ever get all the way warm this May? May is almost over. Golden columbine and Ohio blue spiderwort are blooming. Pinks are beginning to open--today! Soon it will be June.

By the way, the slash is not just a punctuation mark anymore. It's a word, a slang word used frequently by young people. See this cool article by Anne Curzan in Lingua Franca.