Day 3: Ontonagon poetry Toes in ice in fire in front of the great Superior Sea and all the stars are smiling just like I was told they would Stones cut so violently to and from, but there will be no stopping This is how we settle ourselves, after all Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...