MARCH/APRIL 2013: POETRY by Otto Selles Blame the blanketed lake and the pale sky for offering no sense of direction— no definition of where snow should fall. But maybe snow of this cottonball kind is itself at fault and suffers from an unsure sense of the snow's true vocation to pile up by falling down. This snow prefers putting on a show somersaulting on a flying trapeze mocking any need for a net below. Otto Selles lives with his wife…
Otto SellesMarch 1, 2013