Lament for Mariupol. a poem by Jack J. B. Hutchens

Lament for Mariupol It is impossible to get lost in flattened ruins as grainy char will always point you towards hell, and tall buildings wavering in the hazy Slavic evening no longer obstruct violent red horizons. This long-forgotten place, squeezed between the wide European plain and the cold deep of the Azov Sea, is nowContinue reading “Lament for Mariupol. a poem by Jack J. B. Hutchens”