Outside my window in Chicago it is snowing. I am overlooking a back yard that looks like a New England forest. Pine trees and garden bridges, amber soil and dirty snow. Snow that only looks that way after a January rain.
Sondra Morin is a small town New Englander at heart. She earned her B.A. in English from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. Poems and prose have appeared, or are forthcoming in Curbside Splendor, The Logan Square Literary Review, Two With Water, and vis a tergo. Her first chapbook of poetry, Inviting the Expanse, is self-published under Radical Snail Press. She lives in Chicago and blogs at www.snailsaregood.blogspot.com.