Should I love my IED That goes off so suddenly Not hidden underneath, But for all to openly see? It’s a love-pain in reverse, Seldom often under earth, Hidden horrors underneath, When strangers plant IEDs. The victims are living canvases At the hands of angry “terrorists” Whose bleeding bleeds through The paining of others, But […]

Kids Are Not Meant To Be Puzzles: Tales From the Brig

[Reflections from the Brig[1]: Kids Are Not Meant to Be Puzzles] “Is that one over there peeking out?” I say, waving to a gunner. The dirt just under the toenail smiles at me. Or is that a frown? Silly me, I think, I am looking at things the wrong side up. These, though, are independent […]