Poems of bog, lake and troll: 28, 29, 30, 31

Recap: I’ve just finished traversing Finland, Sweden and Estonia, writing a poem a day. Blog posts will begin Monday.

Writing from: Belligham, Washington, Cascadia (aka home)
Poems written in: Joensuu and Helsinki, Finland.

28

The Guide has this to say about Mexican pizza made by Turkish Kurds:
(Almost) spicy.

29

Our spines are fused now
and you
say I don’t want to.
You can’t go back, not with daggers in your mouth
you can’t
spit them out.

30

War cries and sunset stained skin
I dream of home

31

The hostel was chrome-scaled with a dying grin
Cheshire and head-splitting
hearts and spades carved in its teeth.