“I teach your son to break sticks. We light charcoal  for the grill.  Step here then pull up on the end.  Sharp snap  and you take him to carousels in Montana, drink  beer in Prague alone.”   Read the full poem here…

Drought

 “I teach your son to break sticks. We light charcoal  for the grill.  Step here then pull up on the end.  Sharp snap  and you take him to carousels in Montana, drink  beer in Prague alone.”   Read the full poem here…

“I teach your son to break
sticks. We light charcoal

for the grill. Step here
then pull up on the end.
Sharp snap

and you take him
to carousels in Montana, drink

beer in Prague alone.”

Read the full poem here…