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Spaghetti Man
I used to call him Spaghetti Man. It sounds so silly, but I was only a kid. I couldn’t express what I was seeing, and so, he became Spaghetti Man. He was there every night, when I closed my eyes. I’d pray to dream of something else, holding my teddy bear tightly and wishing for…
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The Amusement Of Mad Men In Palaces
It is sundown and I haven’t seen the grass in days, rage ricochets against locked doors and the remains of broken windows. It just doesn’t stop. Keeping to the back of the house, out of sight, out of my mind, making breakfast at 10PM for a daughter who cannot keep it down, out of nervousness.…
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Push The Button. Don’t Push The Button.
Down in the depths of the ocean,a man has made a decision,so another pushes a button,and then we’re gone. The air will be hot and white,trains toppling from their rails like toddler’s toys,cars crumpling and colliding as houses slide down into piles of rubble,melting like butter. We’ve gone over this before.War is just child’s play…
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It’s All Well And Good To Post A Poem On Remembrance Day, But…
Can we remember,if we make the same mistakes,as if they are new? Can they be honoured,if we walk dusty, dark paths,without recalling? Can we remember,if the past plays out the same,the second time round? Can they be honoured,if they sleep on violent streets,that never learned peace? Can we remember,if life goes on, after war,when the…
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The State Doesn’t Love Your Children
Joe’s number came up, and he never came home. Homesick for the innocence of teenage summers, driving his dad’s truck down to the moonlit beach, with a couple of cans that they shouldn’t have had, and a couple of friends he’d never see again. Joe’s sister was an unwed mother, but he still wrote to…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 