The Taste of Rust in August

The Taste of Rust in August Knoxville afternoons in summer, lightning on the air.                                                                                                         The horses whinny, nervous; the chickens roost. Our chain-link fence is rusty. I like to taste it— that metallic clean I imagine to be the flavor of lightning. My brother was hit once, carrying... Continue Reading →

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