Untitled by Braden Bell in Poetry on May 24, 2012 April 21, 2025 Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email The country grew fatter by the acre as some of us wondered whether there were any words left. These thin ribs choked the plains that are so damn plenty and the skies thundered from the west. Share This Previous Post← Untitled by Braden Bell Untitled by Braden Bell Next PostSunset Behind Coal Plant by Chris Crittenden → Sunset Behind Coal Plant by Chris Crittenden You May Also Like Poetry Spring 2025 deep vee of geese View Post Poetry Spring 2025 WELLSPRING, DAWN View Post Poetry Spring 2025 “Untitled I” & “A Poet’s Slow Return Through a Cento” View Post