This is not a war poem #poetry

The only war I know is a war with myself and that is quite enough war for anyoneI fought it for such a long time until I realised I didn’t need to. Then there are those other wars: the ones that happen on the outside I’m happy to say I’ve never been involved in one;perhaps it's a privilege.  Women don’t... Continue Reading →

The burned farm at Radovna

I came across it half-hidden by snowone sunlit winter eveningso peaceful that one could not hope to knowof horrors that once passed there. But curiosity being what it is, I stoppedhoping to find out more, and when I did I almost wish I hadn't,for now I cannot un-learn what I learned there. The ruined Smolej... Continue Reading →

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