Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘Sleeping in front of a sun.’ Some decisions are
made with ease, no contemplating necessary. ‘Reaching
out into the fire.’ Autopilot mode, streaming agreements in a
sea of no’s. ‘Third-degree lucidity.’ And then somewhere along
the line of being, the mind begins anew. A medic reaching
consciousness in the middle of a battlefield. Clothes
soaked in red. Unable to tell the difference
between enemies and friends.
Photo by Pierrick Vam-Troost
Over the years Eyes + Words has turned into a wonderful budding family of over fifteen thousand people across all platforms. It’s surreal and humbling to know that the art of poetry and story is alive and thriving. That being said, I hope that the creation of the Eyes + Words Writers Group serves as a vehicle and launch pad to help and support writers and the aspiring ones to keep manifesting words that many out…
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