The wind shoves the flakes downward,
a falling, frozen cloud that seals
the man-made lawns and walks
beneath howling, formless anarchy.
The road unplowed, the car buried,
poor-me chatter bouncing across the screen.
There is little that would induce me
to burrow out and slew my way from home.
Loss of power, truly close friend, hunger.
My world, after all, is small.
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Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He has his original wife, but advises that after forty-nine years they’re both out of warranty. He works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he sits on the review board and manages a posse of five review editors. Ed’s had a hundred forty stories and poems published so far, and a series of articles on fly fishing. His collected fairy and folk tales, The Witch Made Me Do It was published by Gypsy Shadow Press. His novella The Witches Bane was published by World Castle Publishing, and his collected fantasy and horror stories, Capricious Visions was published by Gnome on Pig Press. Ed’s currently working on a paranormal/thriller novel tentatively titled The Rule of Chaos.
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