Silver lightening bolts taze the sky.
Gun powder, casualties, and yesterday
litter the ground.
Fear runs it’s own game –
Choking on desert dust –
Never thinking of living in a hole,
in the ground.
Soldiers sleep in a cool pit ;
Soldiers die in cold pits of hell.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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