[tabby title="Poet Bio"] After every warwe scrape the blood off our fists,rub the horror out of our knees,stubbornly cling onto life with our stubborn handsand grin with blue flesh stuck between our teethand no one mentions the war again.We all...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I liked sleeping.I wanted a sleep so deepand uninterrupted.not death, I mean really be wrappedaround my brown sheetsfor hours on end.I didn't want to have to worryabout whether or notthey've found the missing girls in Nigeria,if my...