Mariupol
Bloodied babes, a generation of the legless and the blind, mothers crying fathers dying scream curses at their attackers and their God, Guernica for our times, while Picasso smiles through tears, validated by the inhumanity of the human animal.
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Jaybird
I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...
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