TO A LITTLE BIRD   All 'round us sand. A chain of dreary barracks, Surrounded on all sides by barbed wire. We're just like beetles delving in our dunghills. This is our lodging. This is where we're mired.   An alien sun arises o'er the hilltops, I wonder why it always looks so grim? It doesn't warm, its beams do  not  caress  [...]

DEATH OF A GJRL   A hundred wounded in the field she saved, Through  hails  of bullets   bore   them  off and tended, Their parched and thirsty lips with water bathed, And bandaged up their wounds quite single-handed.   Through bursts of white-hot lead without a stop She'd crawl and crawl, of fear she showed no trifle, And when she picked a wounded soldier [...]

Every post that glides into our Reader offers us a fresh perspective and an opportunity to peer into another blogger’s mind. We’re invited to enter new worlds, and examine the shapes, angles, and textures of the blogging craft itself. This week, once again, the diversity of the WorldPress.com community thrilled us. The three posts we […]