. . . and at home we say
if it’s yellow
let it mellow
if it’s brown
flush it on down . . .
Two natural disasters, each on a massive scale, a decade and a half apart.
One is the slow withering that desiccates the soul by increments, the other a raging series of fires burning half a continent in a mad rush of smoke and flame and wind.
Two un-natural disasters, aided and abetted by the relentless destruction of the land we live in and love.
Frank Prem documents a lived experience of these events, parched through drought and singed by fire.
last night
was filled with smoke
I know
I am coughing it up
this morning