Tag Archives: Baghdad

Elegy for Alaa Mashzoub

Blind assassins can’t erase your words, written in ink, can’t erase your message. Thirteen bullets and they think they have silenced you   but ink outlives blood, and paper weighs more than rock, and scissors, they can cut off your … Continue reading

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Standing By The Ruins

Let them hold the pen and write their own destiny rewrite all our wrongs write away the suffering write verses about springtime   instead of winter, write verses about laughing instead of crying, dancing instead of dying let them write … Continue reading

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Skipping Stones

I last time I had skipped a stone across the water I was seventeen it was the waning weeks before my senior year of high school on a hot summer evening after a hard days work on the farm still … Continue reading

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Shooting Stars

Sometimes I lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling and sometimes it’s ants marching across and sometimes it’s spiders swinging from the rafters and sometimes I walk outside and look up at the stars and sometimes there are … Continue reading

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Swords Of Qādisīyah

Time for a photo-op smile, in a mile it’ll be a frown. Heres the keys to conquest bow your head as heavy swords strike you down.   Thirteen-hundred years gone by still celebrate spilled blood swords fade in the rearview … Continue reading

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The Heart Of Babylon

You say we fight for freedom even though you know its a lie our duffel bags are packed and we’re heading to Iraq and theres a good chance that we’re going to die. We took off from Atlanta touched down in Germany after three days in Kuwait … Continue reading

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