Night in Ukraine I am night – giver of peace and quiet but I am not myself in Ukraine tonight. My head aches – crisscrossed by mutated mosquitoes that send lightning through my veins which tears up my belly and wakes up the children pursuing their dreams of happiness there. My ears hurt – piercedContinue reading “Night in Ukraine. a poem by Frank Joussen”
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