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Holly Day's poetry has recently appeared in Asimov's Science Fiction, Grain and The Tampa Review. Her newest poetry collections are In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski's Porch Publishing), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (Cyberwit.net), Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing), Into the Cracks(Golden Antelope Press) and Cross Referencing a Book of Summer (Silver Bow Publishing).
Traveling on the Polar Ice
By: Holly Day
Even without houses, ghosts live here.
They yawn and howl beneath the ice
Cause great cracks and fissures
To shake open in the snow. There are mouths
In the tundra, great, gaping chasms that end
In complete blackness.
This is how the world screams.
This is how winter ends.
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