for everyone who's ever eaten snow.

(via The Copenhagen Home Of Photographer Ditte Isager)

$1500/room in a shared space

In this life, I was very minor.

I was a minor lover. There was maybe a day, a night or two, when I was on.

I was, would have been, a minor daughter, had my parents lived.

I was a minor runner. I was a minor thinker. In the middle distance, not too fast.

I was a minor mother: only two, and sometimes, I was mean to them.

I was a minor beauty. I was a minor Buddhist. There was a certain symmetry, but it, too, was minor.

My poems were not major enough to even make me a “minor poet,”

but I did sit here instead of getting up, getting the gun, loading it.

lightning, very hot fire

snow storms, ice, frost on crops

some types of fungus/mold

corpses, ghosts, bones, a diseased person

clothing, skin tone, hair, etc. of a bad person

fur, teeth, eyes of an attacking animal/monster

bleached out deserts, dead trees, lifeless places

poison

Some ideas for good things that are black/dark:

rich earth/soil

chocolate, truffles, wine, cooked meat

friendly animals/pets/creatures

a character’s favorite vehicle, technology, coat, etc.

a pleasant night

hair, skin tone, clothing, etc. of a good person

undisturbed water of a lake

the case/container of something important

valued wood, furniture, art

velvet