The Men Who Took Their Dreams

Sometimes, I wander riverbeds In my dreams And think About the songs My grandmothers Sang, when the winds Beat the cottage roof Down Broken skin And torn hangnails Decorate the hands Of my kin I watch women Bare breasts To the open sea And scream ‘What about me?!’ Except, it’s all In my dreams AndContinue reading “The Men Who Took Their Dreams”