These poems capture so much I relate to. Ashes on the car. The sun that can’t make it through the smoke. The fires have been close but we’ve never been in danger but I moved here the year of the Oakland fire and I couldn’t get to my apartment on the other side of the hills.
These poems capture so much I relate to. Ashes on the car. The sun that can’t make it through the smoke. The fires have been close but we’ve never been in danger but I moved here the year of the Oakland fire and I couldn’t get to my apartment on the other side of the hills.
These poems are stunning. And searing, and wow. I just held my breath through them.
It sure felt like that time of year . . . the sunrises are quite red here in Omaha.