ArisenDreams

The Hungry Season “The next season will be the hungry season.” Moses M. Kolinmore A stem, a leaf, a stem, a stem again, and the army of our bodies hanging from the branches of the Dahoma trees. We come to this as moths on Saharan winds with no malice but our wings’ direction, our caterpillar mouths, our waiting numbers cocooned in dirt. We are aching and glutted but hungry still, even as we strip the canopy bare of leaves and foul each river black with waste below us – our gruesome chatter asking, as we fall into the dirt to reshape what we are, can you imagine the hunger? But of course you can; of course, you hun