The face in the cloud speaks to me. “I see you down there, grinding away. I prefer floating. I prefer drenching.” O Spring, the imagination runs wild! A fine line separates fancy and insanity, like I don’t know. Now it fucking rains. The face in the cloud, darker now, chides me for forgetting my umbrella. […]

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I sprinkle a plastic cup of salt on the icy, ribboned, lacey, slippery sidewalk. Cold prickles my face. Ice crackles, like laughter and small talk at a gathering party. Then, the sun appears. Pink salt crystals, dissolve, invisible, except on the toe of my left boot—a white streak over the scuffed brown leather. I want […]

Read More Poetry: “Crackle” by Joshua Wetjen