Year of the Bloody SevensChad Burrall September 20, 2016there are new silhouettes in this farm field at night now and I hope that the shapes of digits on...
Bridge SongChad Burrall August 28, 2016that railroad bridge sentence spelled out in dark Cyrillic letter struts overtop the Ohio finally sang me a train song...
A Poem: County Road 4Chad Burrall August 12, 2016cold porch lights chase me thirty miles per hour downhill to the Ohio past bison in greasy fields old company...