VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Donny Winter

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”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: BEAU BLUE

this sadness is an ancient creature A year of plague, A year of fire storms, of the deaths of clever friends and brothers, of being a refugee, of watching confused citizens, watching the angry mob swarm. pestilence and famine draw differences so sharp inequalities come glaring into life and death relief the mob is hereContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: BEAU BLUE”