I used to
think
To Statesmen fans, their team embodied traditional values cherished and revered through the ages. Lurking beneath their unwavering allegiance were subtle echoes of the broadcasters’ voices, whose commentary often reinforced the sanctimonious virtues of the heartland.
I serve my dish, deboned, sliced, soaked in blends of citrusy sours and bitter herbs.
After beingseveral weekssecludedsilentunseen and Now frettingoverifanyonenoticedmy absence
I tinkered with fad diets
Of kefir, quinoa and kale
Tapping, clicking posting through veils of anonymity,casting shadows where the least of these silently reside,Scrolling and trolling, amplifying muted cries,trolling engagement through a desolate, barren land.Who are the least of these, the marginalized? The tortured souls, victims of casual cruelty. Why do they hunger? Why do they thirst? It doesn’t matter as long as we’re…
Dive into ‘Under Metal Wings,’ a reflective journey from dawn’s embrace to twilight’s whisper. This poem and its inspiring image capture the silent hopes and whispered dreams of travelers, poised on the brink of discovery. Join them as they ascend into the yawning sky, seeking harmony within and adventures in distant lands.
