Excerpt: Bewilderness
Oppression echoes. Whispers of unsutured wounds form the earth. Prison poems bleed…
Read more →A tender love shattered, a peaceful village dug for conflict, yielding only war's iron harvest
he was mine
until a company cleared our village,
dug a Mine
he now wears khaki
i wear green
we sow bullets in our land
to reap an iron harvest.