Wax wings
I am a tub of gunpowder doused in gasoline
flaming alight, raging high,
( b u r n i n g o u t )
and you could have followed me
i n t o t h e s k y
until I die
while once—just this once—I begged not to be Icarus
Maia Brown-Jackson
After the incredibly practical literature degree from the University of Chicago, Maia Brown-Jackson braved the myriad esoteric jobs that follow, until straying to Iraq to volunteer with survivors of ISIS genocide. Inspired with new focus, she caffeinated herself through a graduate degree in terrorism and human rights and now investigates fraud, waste, and abuse of humanitarian aid in Taliban-controlled Afghanistan. Also, she writes. A lot.
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