The Dry Season

You were born on the first morning after that cold winter you were raised in a cavern in your mother’s heart and you sucked at her breast until nothing was left over and we buried her in a field ‘neath the withering corn and you cried every night for forty days unforgiving the only rain… Continue reading The Dry Season

Roadside Bomb

Anti-regime folk style song I wrote for the theme of Roadside Bomb poetry collective.
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