Fallow Ground
Ode to Ruairi by JR Vork
If I could swim The pool Of tears That our sun Let out to dry Or hear a wind Thru her…sail Deep into The night I would measure Each wild…
PoetryWoman Hollering Creek by JR Vork
nst bank Skirt billows beneath Damp from heat Tears, down her cheek Hand to empty womb Her child, glassy eyes … breath still Floats, beyond dawn Murder, they whisper Mother,…