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H. Edgar Hix

Snow Has Its Own Little Ways

Snow has its own little ways:
melting when you don’t expect it,
flying from the breeze to your glasses,
keeping the dead mouse hidden until spring,
showing up on schedule or not,
calling you from her new boyfriend’s
to ask you to get her the sparkly purse
she left at your mom’s.


H. Edgar Hix is a big fan of snow unless you hand him a shovel or skis.


 

H. Edgar Hix

The Echoes

Worse than the screams
are the echoes that whisper,
“The emptiness is already here.”

H. Edgar Hix is still H. Edgar Hixing around south Minneapolis to the pleasure of a few, the dismay of a few more, and the complete indifference of most.

H. Edgar Hix

The Echoes

Worse than the screams
are the echoes that whisper,
“The emptiness is already here.”

H. Edgar Hix is still H. Edgar Hixing around south Minneapolis to the pleasure of a few, the dismay of a few more, and the complete indifference of most.