[tabby title="Poem"] Mouth set in a grim line,mud streaked across his jaw,the face of combat stared back at himfrom half a mile away.He narrowed his eyes,finger resting against the trigger. Outside the scope of the lens,the soldier fingered the letter...

[tabby title="Poem"] I untangle the stubborn, knotted string —the dead bulbs snap between my thumbs.Nothing glows. Spheres of colour reflect only absence,an empty chair,a chain of unbroken silence. The tree is decorated,yet vacant,dressed only in memories. I cannot find the...