Ljóð í NorthWords: Poetry, Fiction and Reviews. The View from the North. 26, 2001.
Hole in the Ice
Drift ice in your eyes
hoarfrost in your heart
your hands
untamed sled dogs
above us
a moon poises
amid stars
target
surrounded by holes
made by darts that strayed
Prayer
Recall you still
before going to bed
sometimes
I say a prayer
that only includes you
and dreams about a tiny boat
Recall you also
when wetting the knife
know that the shortest way
to a man's heart
goes straight through
his chest