You forget All that has come before The pain – the hatred – the war They close your mind with an iron curtain Inside a ….
Author: Jessica Cooper
I – The Weeds of War My grandfather would tell time by which way A dandelion’s seeds would fall in the wind. Time is almost ….
You come and sit here every day. The cast-iron sunset stands tall in the middle of nothing. It separates you from the horizon. They say ….
A large garden standing on a slope, a house hiding in the mist. The top of the garden reaching into the clouds like Snowden and ….
A HAND IN THE AIR, FLAILING. HOLDING A ‘V’ IN THE SKY AS A SIGN OF HOPE. THE WHITE HANDS OF POWER DANCING IN THE ….