during war

i am eating a strawberry

it may well be
the best strawberry
i have ever had

the juice is sweet
and full of flavor

the flesh is ripe
the whole way through

i kneel
before the open fridge
eating a strawberry

and crying
because somewhere
a man of my own country

my friend      my friend

has killed another man.

Victory!

One small step for Annekind. I finally submitted some poems to a mainstream magazine. We'll see how this goes. I don't have any illusions about being published on the first go-round. But it is *such* a victory for me just to have ventured to put myself out there. I'm really disproportionately proud of myself for taking this step.

Go, little poems! Fly free!