Barrens by Benjamin Nardolilli
The hills are as green as okra, A rare color these days. Fresh okra too, Even rarer as well. Someone disappointed in the season Dyed the dead grass. We walk together in…

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Writing by Benjamin Nardolilli published in Dual Coast Magazine. 2 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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The hills are as green as okra, A rare color these days. Fresh okra too, Even rarer as well. Someone disappointed in the season Dyed the dead grass. We walk together in…
PoetryReal Presence Buttons are popping out and everyone Claims they need my knickknacks As my head is filled with bric-a-brac, The year is landing down into holidays, Where days slide into one…