Don't get much ice down here, but if we did I'd sure as heck want to find out as much as I could. Even the smell would be of note.

Facerape is my middle name. Chaz 'Facerape' Nasty. I saw an iceberg once. It was off the coast of Alaska, gorgeous, floating in the water with the light gleaming off its surfaces. It was perfect.

You are so full of whimsy...for such a dark, dark man. Your writing never ceases to amaze in the grand and wide spectrum of all you seem to know so well. There is so much beauty and humor to be found in even the simplest of things and I think you have captured it well. I love this peom. It's gentle description of winter's inner thoughts is very touching.

There is nothing sexual about facerape. And outrunning an iceberg isn't very hard, because they only move at a rate of three inches a year. Oh wait, that's glaciers. But anyway, it's all ice. All you need is to stroll a bit.

I laughed at the last line of this one. And your summaries have been awesome lately too. Lots of hilarity mixed with the bitter sadness of your poems. It's always an emotional roller coaster visiting this site and reading your stuff. The summaries are the sweet little appetizers before you facerape the diners with your hard meaty poetry. Did that sound sexual? Because I totally didn't mean it to.