Storms come to the valley

When I hear the howls
Of monoculture and old men
And see the chains around
The necks of pets
Storms come to the valley
No matter how much piss
You sink into your throat
The youth cannot live here
History is too hot for their blood
And the damage you’ve done
To their future

Stroking the sky

Storm over Bordeiro Villa

"Abandoned Home, Góis" acrylic on canvas 50 x 50cm

Poems and photographs by Yuri Nezovic. 
Paintings and drawings by Neil Tomkins.
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