Anna Bowles, a British writer, does volunteer work in Ukraine and writes about it. I subscribe to her blog because her work touches my heart.
She’s a poet as well as an essayist and offered some of her recent published poetry in a blog titled Weapons Grade Poetry. My only words about her words are those of gratitude. Also, that poetry strips what doesn’t matter away. All signal. No noise. The poems offer a different kind of window into war.
I’m deeply moved, especially by this poem. I’ve been reading Bowles for a while but Grandmother Rising prompted me to pony up for a paid subscription.
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