Old Rock Stone

Wind chill ice pick flails “perma” stone,
rough storm weatherer’s bleak graveside moan!

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Sara Kendrick

June 28, 2026 at 3:57 AM

A belated visit to say congratulations on your winning work. Way to go. There have been some winters when the damp cold would feel like the ice chips that fell from the block of ice when mom hit it with the ice pick. This one brought back those memories from years ago when we would buy a block of ice sometimes and times when we had a winter cold enough to spew ice out of a frozen bank and I had no coat. Sara K.

Howard Kerr

June 28, 2026 at 5:24 AM

Thank you for your congratulations, Sara. I found your memories of winter and how my work resonated with it fascinating. HK