A new poem published this morning in ‘Stride’ magazine:
I covered my face with black ink
rounded all my possessions up
and set fire to everything
at the top of a hill.
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Photography: ©John Stadnicki, 2018
Photography: ©John Stadnicki 2018
(for Katie McCue)
The soldier, asleep by his polished sword,
was somehow surprised.
Such a big storm!
The colours, all of them, disappeared.
The city collapsed in a big crevasse.
When she cried,
The roads, the windows had to be shut
when she needed silence.
The words had to be wrapped in silvery knots
they became people.
The stories stopped being written,
the earth stopped,
the war stopped.
And simply because she had
a fear of butterflies.
The butterflies were not scared of her.