by Nick Tabone | Feb 13, 2022 | Poetry
In the dry seasonthe porcupines head to higher ground. Or so my cousin tells me.“There’s an expression round here,” he says,“Whereby if you see someone walking alonein the dead of night, you tell them’Come un porcospino.’”My cousin tells me lots of things.We are...
by Nick Tabone | Feb 2, 2022 | Non-fiction
Last night I dreamt a dream within a dream of an old woman who kept cows in a pasture beside a small forest. There was a circular path that ran through the woods upon which she would walk her cows every day. Round and...
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