Thank you so much to Editor Bea Garth at EOS: The Creative Context for publishing "The Seven Sons of Zachariah" and "The Horror of Dust" today.


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“What The Iguana Told Him” pen and ink by Bea Garth, copyright 1997/2018

The Horror of Dust

by Linda Imbler, copyright 2018

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Dustbowl days have found us with stiff masks,
choking, and parched, for love’s morality.

This darkness threatens us.

We seek relief, sustenance
from the deeply rooted grasses torn, displaced.

Malefaction is all that is blooming.

On the still screen, the dead lie shriveled-stilled,
a common enough image every day.

There’s no tears from the sky to ease the furious winds of war.
No tears. Eyes seer. On cracked ground
where feed sack skin hangs from skeletal frames,
much deprived of the sensible beating of hearts with hope.

Safety and serenity lie as fossils on barren, infertile land.

Yet, we must still offer prayers for truce; send them to seed the sky,
with old memory of peaceful footprints,
even though no longer evident from these vapid eyes,
before eternal desolation and the darkness of the dust
envelops us all and the wind takes us.