Tag Archives: death

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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It’s a Privilege

Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading

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After The Fruit Is Gone

The green banana leaves lose their freshness and are outpaced by the younger leaves healthier leaves, greener leaves stronger leaves that block out the sun and the aging leaves below wind-battered, fade to yellow and wither to brown as the … Continue reading

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People Jumping

The people jumping to their deaths out of the windows of buildings engulfed in flames and the people jumping to their deaths out of the windows of buildings not engulfed in flames have something in common.

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Earth & Earthlings

It’s hard to see the galaxies through the hatred and violence and it’s hard to hear humanity through the deafening silence and the fife and drum of the marching┬áband when fireworks light up the sky and the flames are fanned … Continue reading

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Pockets Full Of Coins

I had a dream last night and in the dream, I woke up   and I didn’t know where I was.   There was nothing leading up to it, I just woke up in a strange place.   Before too … Continue reading

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The Lone Dove

When the hawk fell dead from the dark grey sky above, the lone dove exhaled.

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