Mathilda Cullen

We Who Want the Weight of Rain Around Us

Reading Time: < 1 minute after Brendan Joyce The gnaw of wind against bodies and their exhaust of atmosphere and lung. Concave, like the barracks at the end of the mind          where even the clouds have reached maximum capacity and the rain too is falling.          And the country is wracked with the knowledge of rain:           of bodies drenched in capital, of the Read more