I forced the cold air
through my teeth, it
billowed like fog.
I screamed, raged
and hurled snowballs.
I stomped on puddles
and gobs of slush clung
to my boots like oatmeal;
the plopping sound infuriated me.
I went blind and stepped
away from myself long
enough to look back.
I saw that I was running
towards her.

About the Author

Brad M. Bucklin

Brad M. Bucklin received a Bachelor’s Degree in English and Theatre from Windham College where he studied with John Irving. After moving to Los Angeles at 25, he worked as an actor for a number of years on such shows as “One Day At A Time,” “Waverly Wonders,” “Facts of Life,” “Days of Our Lives” “Picket Fences” and in films that included “World War III,” “Wavelength” “No Place to Hide” and more. He is a credited writer for “The Wedding Channel,” and his stories have appeared in the “Brentwood Bla Bla,” “Anemone,” “Windham Free Press.”