Yakima Valley

Yakima Valley Flowth of a river In a valley of Sunburns 150-car trains pass Through at 3am In a hundred degrees While we’re outside In light clothing Camping With sparse pine trees Lining the water With a strong current Such a freezing cold spray In such dry air of Arid solitude

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Spicy Dill Corn Dip

Spicy Dill Corn Dip I was too young to understand I know beneath my feet Is the floor of a trailer Used couches and Thrifted tables on Carpet forever tinged filthy white Cardboarded up Windows to the Tiny bedroom Two brothers share And a master bedroom With a dying grandmother Holding the lease for TheContinue reading “Spicy Dill Corn Dip”

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