7/30 MN Reads: "A Skim of Ice on Still Water" by Ann Glumac
For the longest time, Ann Glumac wrote poetry as a way of capturing a moment or an experience.
Then she allowed herself to entertain a new idea: what if other people might like what she wrote?
On the heels of that thought: what if they don't?
My father will wake in the dark... I buy him presents, warm and heavy things of wool and wood. To warm him. To weigh him down so he cannot float away from me into the big night sky. ~ "Solstice" by Ann Glumac
Ann is at work on her next collection of poetry called "Over My Left Shoulder."