Featured Art/Photography by Kinga Sokol
Tuesday, March 3, 2026
I’m not a doctor, and I cannot heal physical wounds.
I’m not a therapist, so I cannot heal trauma.
Financially, I will likely break your wallet…
But understanding this, I know where not to start.
The world may pin my limits at boundless words,
And ignore the creative freedom I exercise.
But it’s not the flow I show nor verbs I play,
That labels me such a wordsmith—
Yet the service of the unknown,
To be the one, responsible fool,
Dancing around fires and,
With matches in each pocket…
To be the one good man, who,
Is feared to go bad, because,
Who would the devil fight?
Because I am only, Poetry,
In our world of violence.
-Budd
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