Dangerous Patterns
More snow for Kentucky, deadly
cold in Minnesota. Gusts, chill,
headwinds swirl. Already so many
limbs down, mountains of mud
poised. Most of the forecasters
fired, their maps erased.
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Professor Emerita of English, Michelle DeRose lives and writes in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Find some of her most recent publications in The New Verse News, Dunes Review, Peninsula Poets, Midwest Quarterly, miniskirt magazine, and Sparks of Calliope.
We are indeed in a cold, killing period. As in Fahrenheit 451, what has been unwritten must be remembered and spoken. And so we listen…
Thank you for listening and reading.
Chilling. So brief yet so powerful. Thanks you
Ironically or not, this poem appeared the day multiple tornados touched down in my state, city, and neighborhood; we were unevenly warned about them: not enough NWS/NOAA staff to monitor storm developments on a Sunday. One friend said he toggled between reading my poem and asking all his local contacts “is there a tornado here or not?” Can’t make this up. Thanks for reading and responding.
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