To many who live south of a certain imaginary line, the word ‘snow’ signifies little more than a foreign idea, most easily recognized as a scenic effect in holiday films.
But here in the north country, ‘snow’ carries with it a host of concrete and abstract associations—slush, mud, danger, ice, car trouble, heating bills... and together, these things make up the accursed wonderland we know as winter.
With Flurry, my goal is to show the range and diversity of Minnesota poets and the many associations they make with winter.
But Flurry is also a way of lighting the darkness of the season, staying connected during an isolating time, nourishing the spirit in the midst of a deep freeze, and celebrating nature even at its most foreboding.
I thank the many poets who have contributed to Flurry in its inaugural year. These are artists of great spirit and dedication whom I respect and admire. I am proud to bring them to you.
If you like Flurry, let me know, at toddbosspoet(at)mac(dot)com.
