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More Than A Soft Toy

...She was just five years old so her current hurt weighed more than her body.  

Words spoken by her mama hadn’t ever hurt before, they’d always been gentle and encouraging, but today it was her m...

Volcabulary of the Dead

...i’m cooking these words on the stove,  
hoping they won’t burn—  
but they burst into flames,  
fierce with laser focus,  
only to be choked on  
when spoon-fed,  
and regurgitated  
when swal...

Fighting for Tommorow

...Verse]  
In the shadows of the city lights,  
I wear the weight of another sleepless night,  
Bills piled high like mountains now,  
And empty promises, I take a bow.  
You left us stranded, no ...

LIVING IN TEXAS

...LIVING IN TEXAS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In Texas, where cowboys roam free,
we’re born with big hearts, you see.
     With BBQ extraordinair
     and boots beyond compare,
We’re ...

THE INSURRECTION OF THE ENTRAILS

...I live trapped in a basket of predators,
their skulls crammed with futile idleness.
They celebrate misery like a morbid feast,
with the suicidal arrogance of heirs to nothingness.

The flames of...

The Laundry Room

...The Laundry Room

Aprons folded flat, tablecloths left lying on their back,
Black patent baby shoes piled in a stack
Against the tower of towels needed for a bath.
Dusty duvets rolled out of use...

Apartment 310

...
	I
She died three days ago, the lady in 
the apartment at the end of the corridor.
She was eighty-three. The medics rolled
her out in a shiny black body bag, 
a not uncommon sight in this hous...

The Bloody Chapters of Stalingrad

...From moments when love was cherished in Stalingrad,
Like stories written on the walls 
With the song repeated by Babushka 
And not long after that, the war reached its gates.

Hands turned into ...

OF FOOD AND WARRING: A TANKA QUINTET

...OF FOOD AND WARRING
(A TANKA QUIENTET)

Juxtaposed bombs fall…
Food’s down, starvation rising…
Death…collateral…
Thus, war’s new reaping of death:
Food uprooted and destroyed:-

Food’s an en...

No One Counts the Bodies Jesus Walked Past

...
Kensington spreads its legs—
lets the city crawl in,
dripping Xylazine / fentanyl / tranq,
open sore veins
moaning dirty dirges.

False prophets—
all piss and panic—
bark half-lies
...

An Invitation to Dinner

...

I’d invite you and your wife to dinner
but my wife’s cooking is, well, no winner.
I guarantee that after the first bite
my prediction will kill your appetite
and in short time you’ll be speed...

I think I'm heartbroken

..."Mummy says now that my heart is broken, nothing will ever hurt me as much again" The Poet.
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Fir trees along the road, showin...

Pareidolia

...It was all about a grim,
Foggy, smoggy, old Thursday night
In Hithergreen,
London’s belching south,
Below Europe’s icy, dark trees and
In the silence of grieving mornings . . .
Bulbous clouds b...

Echoes of Poets

...The poets ease a troubled soul –
their lyrics echo in the heart
that yearns for soothing silence –
a sombre melody that shadows part.

Echoes drift 
where silence clings

We mourn the scribes...

attractive available anguished armadillo

...attractive available anguished armadillo
babbled bold bald badger whose bagpipes billow
Caribbean cardinal carved a curious candy castaway
dazzling daffodils and damselflies dived into last Tuesda...

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