January 2020
Ed Ahern
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Bio Note:  Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He’s had over two hundred fifty stories and poems published so far, and five books. Ed works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he sits on the review board and manages a posse of six review editors.

The Acrylic That Didn’t Win a Prize

The ice shelf thaws and refreezes
over hundreds of days,
the sun bursting into its forms.
The worst of the air accretes
until the ice skin mottles and blotches.
Its coarse appearance is not appealing
enough for accolades,
but it shines with the honesty of scars.

Seasonal

I understand the yearn for constant balm,
but shun a chance to live in ceaseless warmth.
The shift to coldness draws my thoughts inside
the shelter cave of what I hold most close.
The forays back outside become small tests
of how adaptable I am to change,
and how my moods endure the darkened day.
©2020 Ed Ahern
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