Christopher Raley

Christopher, I can so relate to this. I live not too far to the north of Siskiyous in central OR and drought has ridden us for several years. Better of late. The imagery here doesn’t mess around, putting me in the middle of the dryness, then bringing me relief. Really want to give you some feedback, but hard to find faults here. You drop the “I am from” repetition in the last stanza, yet you are continuing the interstate imagery from the previous stanza. Breaks the pattern a bit but works extremely well just the same. I love this poem.

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