cement mixer churning wanderlust
Written on October 11, 2026
cement mixer churning wanderlust
Written on October 11, 2026
guilt-tripping a self-pity tour of my hometown
Written on October 10, 2026
gardening the shade of amateur green
Written on April 2, 2026
the seasons blurred global warring
Written on March 10, 2026
a mild reaction to poison ivy survivor’s guilt
Written on March 9, 2026
new world order the irrelevance of decency
Written on March 9, 2026
fresh war children camouflaged in debris
Written on March 2, 2026
Notes
When you read this one-line poem, there are a couple of places where you can pause and split the poem into two images.
#1
fresh war / children camouflaged in debris
Another war. The missiles hitting schools and homes have buried children, dead and alive. They are covered in debris. Camouflaged, hopefully escaping another targetted strike. But this is a land without hope. Another missile would come, the patriots on the other side just making sure they give their all for their country.
#2
fresh war children / camouflaged in debris
Another war. The missiles hitting hospitals have buried pregnant women and newborns, dead and alive.
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And the fragment camouflaged in debris plays with the fact that the truth is buried.