Ed Schneeflock grew up in Missouri and lives in Ashburnham, Massachusetts.  He spent fourteen years in the military—including tours in Vietnam—before “figuring out what he wanted to do,” and becoming a software engineer.  He has given readings at the Agape Poetry Series in Boston and at the Monadnoch Writers Group, of which he is now a board member.  His poetry has been published in the Worcester Telegram and Gazette, Muddy River Poetry and the Longfellow Poetry Society Journal.
 

Samples of the poet’s work:

 
Sundress

Complex splines in cotton thread
obey the laws.
Inertia, gravity, a breeze
define the change of y in x and z.
It’s just physics.
Color absorption, translucent effects;
known phenomena, observed, recorded.
That’s what I see, of course.
No nonsense about the way it falls
upon your skin or holds your curves
like a jealous lover.
No drivel about the way
it brings out your amber eyes,
how it hides and reveals
all in the same instant.
What sort of fool would be seduced
by pieces of cloth
draped so carelessly?
 

 
Time in the Park

My habit is to walk alone, like she and I
did then. But if you'd like a quick tour. See
how thick the brown leaves lie upon the ground
where we sat in summer's green. She found
a four leaf clover there a week before ...
But then she would. Luck followed her. She wore
it like a crown. Did you ever meet her?
She loved this park, always a connoisseur
of fine trees, the best of grass, birdsong.
It was always summer with her headlong
rush to life. How did the winter come?
It must have been by night, creeping like some
beetle in the mud. See the budding willow
by the duck pond! She'd feed the squirrels below
those very branches. They'll turn green again
with no memory at all of us when
we stood in fading light. Let's go back now.
I'm sorry about lunch. I wasn't hungry anyhow.
 

You can find more of Ed Schneeflock's poetry on his homepage.

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