Monthly Archives: November 2016

The Field

The men stare, dark eyes, work-thin faces, leather aprons bright with wear; focus on a camera to mark this day, when the heat rose early and hard so that the dust sat in the light and filled the throat, here in a wide field, grain cut at its feet. The apron holds that day sixty […]

sandy rooms

1 the shower in the sandy public changing room is too cold now to stand wholly under so I stand back from the shower head and deflect water off the open palms and dart in and out of the white burn ball-sacks, bum hole between toes, horse firm the burn! the brilliant cold draws out […]