Snow falls between notes
of a lone bugle calling —
muted by cloud chords.
A murder of missiles flies
past crooning crows on dead wood.

https://open.substack.com/pub/bitpunkfm/p/silver-bugle

Summer grasses—
All that remains
of soldiers' dreams.

Basho, 1689.

I believe that the War is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it.
— Siegfried Sassoon, British Officer and Poet, June 15, 1917

https://open.substack.com/pub/bitpunkfm/p/a-soldiers-declaration-1917-and-2026

From the backlog:

I wish to see a taxpayer name
on every bomb and tank,
so the world would know —
directly whom to thank.

https://wastedblood.com

And I’m still pre-coffee, so I should add thank you to all those who are interested!

If you want the physical copy of wasted blood, and want to pay in bitcoin, you can send me a cashu QR code in the mail.

I made the physical copy available only via the post as a contrast of experience to the digital one.

The physical one, I bleed on. It’s not meant to be a fast process.

https://wastedblood.com