“It is not too late... there is time still." I am dying. There are tears in my eyes. Please cradle my head in your hand. Let me look into the stars. Are they really in the sky? Or are they just in my mind because what is there I cannot see? The woman tilted her head, revealing a rim of bruising around a clean-tucked hole in her head. There was blood. Dry blood. This is more pain than a human heart can bear. Like fistfuls of fear, cries shoot from my eyes. There are tears running down my face. It is a salty, bitter taste. My wounds need care. I look up to my mom, but can think of nothing to say. I am dying. I need you. Embrace me. I am dying... "Shhhh...” StarsFearSkyDyingTearsMomEmbrace Author:Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -
“Soldiers were clattering onto the streets, the flourish of their rifles rap-tap-tapping echoed in the shattered silence, and that sent cold chills that shivered our spines.” StreetsSoldiersRiflesChills Author:Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -
“For twelve days we walked through the barren desert lands to jungles, through marshes and mountains, sleeping on the hillsides and in the train stations of dusty pueblos; we slept under bridges and on the tracks too, all the better to be alerted of the coming train.” BridgesMountainsMarshesJunglesPueblosWalkedThe Tracks Author:Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -
“And so on this day, in this plant-and-light-and-life paradise, the four of us rose in awe — without knowing why — of the life-giving power that shone gold over us.” LifeLightSunPlantParadise Author:Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -