Category: Border Poems

This is Nowhere

The shelling is always heavy if the cannons live in your hide. I said, “Come here,” and I said, “There are fewer massacres on this side, we have free lunches with the devil here and still go home to worship our household gods.” But I was lying – everyone here is dead tonight, and those that walk are suspect. I… Read more →

Tell Her

Will you still persist, axe to your own throat, standing on the front lines? I love your body, don’t you love your body? And all the dead rebound off the ground, and say, “Tell her to stop, Kyla, tell her to come live on this side of the line, where there is sparse shelling and time for tea between. Tell… Read more →

Poem from the Front

Dispatch: I love in odd places. And I can’t pull myself out of those crannies. Wait a moment, while I check for the sun. If it’s come up over the top of the wall, I’ll know there’s no going home again – or in. It’s inside that the film is playing. War stories, over and over again. Light flickers off… Read more →