Even without houses, ghosts live here.
They yawn and howl beneath the ice
Cause great cracks and fissures
To shake open in the snow. There are mouths
In the tundra, great, gaping chasms that end
In complete blackness.
This is how the world screams.
This is how winter ends.
Holly Day’s writing has recently appeared in , and Appalachian, Day’s Analog SF, Earth’s Daughters Journal and her recent book publications include Music Composition for Dummies, The Tooth is the Largest Organ in the Human Body, and Bound in Ice. She teaches creative writing at The Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis and Hugo House in Seattle.