Black Ice

. . . the spectacle of white

winter now ebony sliced thin

by star-blades in the flip of a coin.

The dark shows through.

–excerpt from “Black Ice” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013).

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