thaw

he collects pieces of copper
to exchange for fields of gold—
an endearing expedition.

if only the world
was that sweet;
if only his hands
could thaw the cold.

icicle cynics

new ways to reflect
the hall of uselessness—
in his own words:
a teacup in a storm
a forest in a thousand lanterns
a masquerade of almost-monsters
exiled to a land where
white wind once blew.

calamity physics;
icicle cynics—
a girl with glass feet,
an ice maiden’s layers
splintering above
bright and distant shores.