The White Flag is Willingly Taciturn The over-weaponized army marches as gun-shells spill from open mouths still wide from the war four years ago, while the “torchbearers” rev by a new fuel, untapped, standing by. We, with the phantom-shrapnel pain in our chests, watch from our balconies as they burn the parchment-paper dream only toContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Donny Winter”
