Category Archives: Maik Strosahl

The Woodline

A Poem by Maik Strosahl On the brightest of days, There is still darkness at the woodline, Shadows and their voices Who stormed out in his younger days, Killed his father, Took his brothers to join the fight For freedom. … Continue reading

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Stick Woman

A Poem by Maik Strosahl Her eyes Ever focused Upon the path before her, Her frame bent As crooked The wood she has collected, Twigs to ignite The darkness ahead, A fire warming some rice To sate her growling belly. … Continue reading

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One Voice from a Mass Grave

A Poem by Maik Strosahl When the men came and dragged us to the edge of town, father kept encouraging me to be brave. They made us dig this hole. As dusk approached, they lined us around, allowed a moment … Continue reading

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