“…that harsh and strangled sound…”From Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s After I wish that wars we wage are eternally internalthat the bombs we drop are chakra bound that thebullets we shoot are philosophy loaded thatour harsh struggles are the wrangling of valuesnegotiating love’s forces…that the strangled soundsof pain are proof that when we love ourselves whenwe harness… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 2