Whiteout
The landscape of the absolute.
The impersonal moon.
The spirits of the frost.
Winter: barren scar
Where the dead are stuck
Crossing into nothing.
Wherever the spiders go
So happiness too, must go.
Shivering and alone,
Drunk on silvered light,
The cottages fill with ice and darkness,
The body with wind and zeroes.
Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has appeared throughout the small press in such places as The Foundling Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review and Black Heart Magazine. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.