by Lori Witzel * In a barn in P———– in spring What happened here is this—the long smell of the sacking and the engine oil across the many years and the scrape of the concrete… more →
qarrtsiluniqarrtsiluni wrote 2 years ago: by Lori Witzel * In a barn in P———– in spring What happened here is this—t … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 2 years ago: That winter the cows would surround us In the darkness, feeling like omens Against our fearful skin … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 2 years ago: Where are my other daughters or sons? I ask as if I, learning of them, of those grains Waiting for m … more →