[tabby title="Poem"] You tell them this, crȇpe paper stringsof red, like streams of blood that seepedtheir boots knee-deep in mud, of hopes and dreams,not theirs but ours, crepe paper strings to wrap around a twig, war-art, hand-madeand forged in battle...

[tabby title="Poem"] Folded within myself I am back in the womb of lifewhere I wait, once more for the universe within memy heart, a bud too ripe touching wallsin this sealed space and time that I share with myselfmy mind,...