Wings of Promised Chain: a poem by Naz

  He slept with bombs exploding in his head Singing quietly what his mother had said Of a sunny world that would take his hand Alas he didn’t know it was No Man’s Land   He voyaged far on tears of many souls Scratched by…

First Art Submissions!

We are thrilled to reveal the first set of artworks submitted to I’LL BE YOUR FIRST MATE!   The artists have donated these works to the IBYFM project, so you can purchase prints of them on stickers, t-shirts and more. Like all works available for purchase on…