Poetry
Summer Fog by Joe Roberts
Summer fog Blunting the sunrise Retarding the coming hear of the day Heavy wet air clinging to hair ends White wisps of mist curl up in the trees A veil…
No. 9 · TracksA Metaphor
Dying grasses Cracked, baked lawns Withered flora Drought’s next dawn Oh, how thirsty the land How heat weary the hills A tender box waiting To become…