Crazed, crazed for love, to love / thresholds oblivious and rabid for trade

Your departure’s no departure, / your return is no return

“I had no choice but to become an enemy of war. I fought it through writing—and by writing, I seek to survive.”

Coupled with her Tannie Sallie being ill, her mama and Elsie’s death and everything that had happened in this camp, her little mind was so sure that more cruelty would kill her.

I’m standing in the fog / and I cannot stay.

Perhaps tomorrow I’ll come to a green / field,—and I’ll no longer be alone.

A song in the wadi / is all that remains.