Contact Zone – A Poem for Peace

  when the whole world is                      a war zone             &                                    everyone's a target :       i choose love i choose … Continue reading Contact Zone – A Poem for Peace


My name is wound : open violence open   e trating silence   write    wound                         across my chest; scratches, marks in blood in flesh   pull me screaming from the silence:             word into this world of darkness [my death: certified]   in blueblack ink suspension of time   [iron: gall] the bitter stain … Continue reading Straif