Snow Ghosts

Here is a poem for the changing season. It is different from much of what I write, and is one of the few free-verse poems I’ve published. Snow Ghosts by A. A. Rubin and the snow falls like tiny ghosts,translucent ‘neath the pale moonlight— crumbs falling from the Reaper’s handas he squeezes the life out…

Seven Books To Get To Know Me

The hashtag #7BooksToKnowMe is popular right now. I’ve decided to participate, but as usual, I’ve overthunk things. Rather than, as I’m sure was the original intent of the exercise, just listing seven books I like or that sum up my taste in reading, or, as many people seem to be doing, listing my seven favorite…


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