Barbara De Franceschi



Hell Opens

on the fetid pant of dusk

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Mining the Idyllic

Coming off night shift I trudge a dusty path to transportable simulated comforts. With body clock out of sync and lungs dehydrated, I try to justify this fly-in/ fly-out location infested with hard hats and steel-toed boots. Toxic the camp …

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