Friday, November 6, 2009


What better way to explain it, than this hailstone here in my palm?

(first publication)

“Life” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

Published earlier today: The Fall and Rise of the Autumn Empire.


Elisabeth said...

I love hailstones. We see them so rarely here, those little balls of solid ice.

William Michaelian said...

Yes, they’re not quite as romantic as snowflakes — more like grim cousins. And not always little. Where I grew up in Central California, a hailstorm could ravage the landscape in just a few minutes. More than once, I watched from the window as the crops in our vineyard and orchards were destroyed.