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.
The Guide has this to say about Mexican pizza made by Turkish Kurds:
Our spines are fused now
say I don’t want to.
You can’t go back, not with daggers in your mouth
spit them out.
War cries and sunset stained skin
I dream of home
The hostel was chrome-scaled with a dying grin
Cheshire and head-splitting
hearts and spades carved in its teeth.