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CIRQUE
Nancy Deschu Two Haiku
Ukraine, 2022 Rusted landing strip — pink flowers puncture old wars, now, again, carnage
Helena Fagan
As Bombs Fall on a Maternity Hospital in Ukraine my grandbaby snugs in my arms for a few more moments before flying away with her mama. They journey from Alaska to catch the baby of a dear friend entering motherhood on her own. Today, fortune determines that bombs fall elsewhere. Babies and bombs in one breath, and yet
Gunnery bunkers long overgrown with lush grass — but now, brutal war
these women hold faith and courage, offer children to this broken world. I battle images of their bravery ending in blood and fire. My heart tightens before my grandma arms empty. Determined to bear witness, my sorrow and gratitude balance just enough to let her go.