Beware ice beneath
the door mat. She
may knock you
down with newly retrieved
self-confidence. When it’s this cold,
the surreal slips inside
cracks in doors, walls,
boots, skin. Water is
life or death—depends
on perspective. More
life, she thinks, when she keeps
her balance across thresholds.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Beautiful. I like the staccoto rhythm of your poetry. The depth of meaning.
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Hi Amy, I’m hosting concerts tomorrow (Thurs Dec 12 2024) at Landmark Center in St Paul and – we noticed your Creative Commons license, thank you! – I’ll be reading this poem from stage to introduce a musical set called “Minnesota Ice: keeping our balance.” A string bass will accompany – it sounds so cool! Your name is in our program, and I will also credit you from stage. Concerts are called “Songs of the Season: Celebrating MN Composers and Poets” and presented by The Schubert Club, at noon and 6pm tomorrow. Please call our office at 651-292-3268 if you can attend! They’ll have more info for you. Thanks for the perfect poem!! -Abbie Betinis
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Hi, Abbie.
I am honored you are planning to read my poem “(Day 3,014)” as part a musical performance presented by The Schubert Club. Wow! I, unfortunately, will not be able to attend either performance. Is there any chance I could get a copy of the program? Will there be a recording of the event? You can reach me at arambler8@gmail.com
Again, what an honor. I hope the event goes well.
Warm Regards,
Amy
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