Poetry
What We Sow by Deborah Davitt
What We Sow They finished the ring road when I was young, but I remember its dirt surface scarring the desert, the barricades. Later, we drove along it; turned east…
PoetryGhost Town by Deborah Davitt
Ghost Town History’s for sale, non-refundable, you can have it for just a penny. Don’t mind the bullet-riddled signs or the vandalized windows. Not part of the Old West, it…