Bewitched
...The chanting of a mob descends into the valley from over the hill in a sea of fire
In a wave of belligerence stomp to awaken their own demons
Wielding machetes and torches in the night high above a...
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Categories:
mealie, how i feel,
Form: Prose Poetry
A Letter To a Son
...Now,the pumpkin is ripe,
we're only a few days from the year's first mealie cob.
The cows are giving us lots of milk,
taken in the round it isn't a bad year at all-
if it weren't for your father....
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Categories:
mealie, caregiving, family, sad, time,
Form: Ode