The Chaos of a Constant Drought

In The Third Year of the Drought
by Marianne Szlyk

Drapes across the windows
conceal the landscape outside:
the solitary trees, the metallic sky,
the scuffed hills that were once
pillows for a dead man’s dreams,
back when it rained all winter
and he was a young man
imagining himself old.

Only the migrants are outside,
riding bicycles on the ash-black road
in the harsh sun and constant drought.

Inside, a cat toys with cardboard,
imitating the sound of rain on branches
and leaves over the roof,
covering over the sounds
of the bicycles and the men’s Spanish:
trabajo, trabajo, borracho, trabajo.

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Marianne Szlyk lives in the Washington, DC suburbs without a car and likes to walk in the city, so the name of this press appeals to her. Her poems have appeared in Of/with, Pyrokinection, Aberration Labyrinth, The Blue Hour, The Camel Saloon, and Poppy Road Review as well as in several anthologies by Kind of a Hurricane Press. She hopes that you will consider submitting a poem or two to her fall contests at The Song Is..:
http://thesongis.blogspot.com/2014/09/welcome-to-fall-contests-part-1.html and http://thesongis.blogspot.com/2014/09/welcome-to-fall-contest-part-2.html

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hrholt1986

I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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