(brief) essay on Atlanta, Georgia:
salted earth makes
a barren harvest
no. 22
(brief) essay on Atlanta, Georgia:
salted earth makes
a barren harvest
Tag Archives: Atlanta
no. 17
cracked broken marching unseen we
ten thousand bones made from terra cotta
as easily replaced
no. 16
December erases Atlanta in fog and sleep inspiring rain
the jerk chicken did not arrive as ordered
any trope I think of burns then the
ashes raise themselves, an army of lepers