By Peter Halstead
Read by Eleanor Methven

It is Christmas in the brown glass
Woods, snowfall on the windblown grass
As smooth as see-through astroturf,
Birches black as winter surf

Inside the cloudy silver dome
Of day, the blizzard shook like foam
Around the growing liquid dark,
The evening sky as stark

And silent as my trembling hand
That shakes this little world like sand.


Directed by Matthew Thompson.

"Glassmaker," from Sublimation.