In last year’s winter issue of Crab Creek Review, I wrote a poem in the voice of a glacier. Pick up a copy of this fantastic journal if you have a chance, or subscribe. My thanks to Jenifer Lawrence and my old friend and press-mate, Martha Silano.
What follows is a brief note that accompanies the poem.
On “Glaciers”: To live today is to experience the occasional bout of species self-hatred. We make movies in which apes are the heroes. We live with climatological changes for which we’ve only ourselves to blame. “Glaciers” is a tongue-lashing that attempts to exorcise this particular loathing.
It is also a dramatic monologue and a bit of a dodge. The poem comes from my forthcoming book, The Identity Thief, where I’m often keen to become someone else.