Poetry by Val Cole — POEM: Ballad of Veronica You fixed the pipes and mended bikes, swept dust before the dawn; jackfruit smoked upon the fire, the kettle always on. You raised a daughter through the war, through jungle dark and town laid down; and sometimes, when the nights grew long, we asked: where’s the … Continue reading BALLAD Poem: Ballad of Veronica, by David Brickey Bloomer