by Sharon Moskowitz
Sharon Moskowitz has written career-related non-fiction on subjects ranging from personal computers to yo-yo tricks. She has recently published poetry in Conspire. She holds a degree in creative writing from Florida State University and currently shares a home in Tallahassee with two multilingual fencing instructors, two adorable computer geeks, two Shih Tzus, two cats and a lone turtle.
On "Like Ice": A great deal of North American poetry is based in a sense of place; think of Frost's country roads and rustic neighbors, Sandburg's vibrant industrial city, Whitman's range of landscapes as wide and varied as his nation's.
Most North Americans no longer work on either the land or the streets, but in climate-controlled offices. Their leisure time is spent at the television or the computer or wandering a mall containing the same shops, the same views, as every other mall. What happens to that place-sense when the most familiar places are identical fluorescently-lit grey boxes?
"Honest Words Lullaby" is one of those poems that must stand or fall on its own. I'm not certain I understand it myself.