Not too long ago, myself and the other poets took a trip to the National Memorial Aboretum. I was struck by the apparent lack of remembrance and commemoration there for a huge amount of civilians and soldiers.
It's infinitely and unbearably sad that our history remembered must continually adhere to the supremacist white middle-class patriarchy. This has really fueled some of the pieces I'm working on lately.
A few of the memorials struck me, and one in particular was the Stillbirth and Neonatal Death Society(SANDS). I wanted to capture the image that these newborns had been wonderfully suspended from the futile context of war...
Too balmly and clean.
So they permeate…
Through our fingers
And this breath of fray…
Lastly out of tonight I managed to somehow pull this cover which I'm rather excited about too...
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