hv/100 = a to z: Dust Bowl

image: dust bowl.gr

Clarissa was barren, barren as this soil, dust blowing away to coat a neighbor’s wash on the line, clog an engine, blind the cattle, horse, and oxen.

“Blow brown wind blow,” she sang as a lullaby to the ever empty cradle. “Blow up the steps of Congress. Blow brown wind blow.”


In May 1934, dust storms from the mid-west, especially Oklahoma, blew as far east as New York City and Washington, DC.


the time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things . . .

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