My husband's poetry

Category: violence

  • rescue dogs

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    Rescue dogs press ribs against chain link fences. Hunger grows fur and learns to whimper. Each carries a story written in mange, cigarette burns, missing ears, limps that predicted rain. When anyone lifts their hand too quickly, a brindled mutt hides beneath a plastic chair. Volunteers call them damaged, but the dogs still wagged their…

  • (untitled) no matter how sharp

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    No matter how sharp No matter how strong A sword is just a sword I fear the swordsman – not The artisan at the forge 5-20-26

  • peaceful afternoon

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    On a peaceful afternoon I sit in the shade and imagine myself in Gaza. I sit on a pile of rubble and wave a white flag at the Israeli soldiers. I tell them I’m writing an article about genocide and how it impacts the surviving generations. They cover their faces and call in an air…

  • Akkadian bricks

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    in the annuals of men I read atrocities numbers of dead names of survivors who they were does not exist broken refashioned in fire their history hidden in the glazing who they were does not exist living is not survival names of dead numbers of living who they were does not exist 9-8-25

  • Putin’s war

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    (poem while reading the news) Someday the war will end and the next bullets will be for collaborators. What does a collaborator look like? Where does collaborating stop and just trying to survive begin? Hung after a show trial Turning blue at the end of rope. Feet trying to climb thin air. Jeering neighbors the…

  • Spinning toward munchkin town

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    (“For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” Hosea 8:7) I don’t care if sowers of anger, inherit a whirlwind. They can reap what they sow. But a storm front has no discernment, no sense of justice; it roars across the landscape and spins until it is spent. Sowers of the wind…

  • Infinity rockets

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    We write of the V2 bombardment of Britain, the desperate inhumanity of Axis partners, the horror of innocent victor/victims. If Teutonic archers had won the war, all the documentaries would herald the brilliance of their scientists. But instead, we snuck them out and built bigger, better weapons of war during peace. When World War III…