Tag Archives: Raphael d’Abdon

heartbeat blues

god given language to survive in a heartless world gut-buckets on grandmothers’ porches viral roots along rough strings purple hazed routes where men stop to smoke cigarettes and women rest leaning on trees or sleeping on rocking chairs the electricity … Continue reading

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exile blues

moth dust tossed at the mouth of another day silence at the doorways of rain north is me as a child fields at dawn and i am looking back toward the blue wind home frontiers crossed over so far so … Continue reading

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