We do it to ourselves

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Boxes, bags, and butterflies

They come in boxes, between the twilight, and the dawn. Easy to move with a fork lift, two or three for each return trip up and down the ramp, as...
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Papa's Watch

When she saw what I had done, my mother peered through the bars of her bony fingers and wailed. It was as if I had killed and pinned a giant rat to...
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TV Dinners (Boy with a Kalashnikov)

Tonight I devoured a chicken jalfrezi. Five and a half minutes – FULL POWER. Watched by a brown eyed matchstick legged boy with dust whitened knees...
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A & E (Biology Lesson)

‘Now Arthur, you can’t smoke in here,’ they said, before they left him on his own, slumped in the wheelchair with the canvas seat, brakes on, faded...
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The Ants in the Acacia Tree (Benjamin’s Aria)

Part 1 (Cavatina) Beneath the shade of the lone acacia tree the man in the car-tyre shoes wishes for a cigarette, but settles for Khat, chewing the...
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The Business Dinner at the Waterhole of Reality

When the sun set, the crocodiles and the wildebeest met in restaurant intimacy to celebrate their continued survival. The crocodiles, quietly...
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49 no reasons

dull eyed blue lipped cold lard puffed white chest forty-nine perfect perforations forty-nine cadmium red lozenges counted recorded brain (one point...
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Living in my brother's house

My brother reads my diary, the oil from his fingertips, is smeared across the page; his eyes have stolen the secrecy of the words. I know; my...
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The Almond Tree and the Almond Gatherers

They come prepared with sticks and blankets, while your new shadow reaches out across terracotta earth. Chattering, laughing, bubbling like a...
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Epiphany

No door, no windows, no roof, no bell, the minister is evicted. Hymn board, pews, altar too, spirited away in the night by creaking cart or hunched...
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Remain kneeling...

The frog in the pond, the bird in its nest. We have our places . The soldier ant, the worker bee. We have our roles. Footballer, artist, train driver...

Youth Mourns / Last Post

Duffy’s clock ran backwards, sucked the bullets from the wounds. Youth wailed her grief into the unforgiving earth, If only. If only. If only.
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