Poets But Us

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By W. J. Manares

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"Poets But Us: War, Peace, and Warp Pieces" captures the complex

tapestry of human experience through the lens of poetry. This poignant

collection is not only a reflection on the profound impact of war and peace

in our lives but also an exploration of the elusive spaces in between-what

W. J. Manares aptly coins as "Warp Pieces."

War shapes our histories, challenges our morals, and often compels us

to confront the depths of our humanity. It is an undeniable force that

commands attention, sparking both destruction and a deep yearning for

harmony. Peace, on the other hand, is not merely the absence of conflict; it

is a state of being that requires vigilance, resilience, and unwavering hope.

In navigating these polarities, the verses within this collection illuminate

the struggles and victories that define our shared journey.

The "Warp Pieces" represent the nuanced struggles and stories that

exist between the stark realities of war and the serene comforts of peace.

These works breathe life into the often overlooked moments of reflection,

confusion, and hope that lie in the gray areas of human existence-the

everyday battles and quiet triumphs that shape our identities.

This anthology is dedicated to all prisoners of war, those who endure the

shackles of conflict while their spirits yearn for freedom and peace. It also

honors the "prisoners of peace," individuals burdened by the weight of

societal expectations, personal dilemmas, and the silent struggles they face

in a world that often equates tranquility with stillness.

Poets But Us