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War & Violenceexpand_moreYou could take your pick from an array of rebellions to consider.
Two animals, doe-eyed, slick across the road into the femur of the night.
He wrote and rewrote endlessly, and rose at night to reread pages.
Some asshole on a joyride in the outback runs her down, the emu.
Children, this is what a bad dream looks like, our teacher said.
He could see I was American, but I thought he was unlikely to harm me.
Order and gardens. Penelope liked things to grow just as they would.
It was enough to make the most hardened veteran drop his guard.
I broke up fights, bandaged cuts, fielded calls from parents, and sat with the sad or depressed.
On a jet stream, unearthly, air can travel at hundreds of miles per hour.
Loss. That word echoed in my ears as my eyes ranged around the garden.
The Bengalis negotiate their space with corrupt politicians and landsharks.
Indifferent day. Sparrow fretting for rain gathers grass and seeds.
It could be our baby. Her eyebrow, its perfect arc, the pale blue vein.
After the password was given, the question remained. My name.
Now he was all out of dreams, out of rage, expectations, and money too.
I knew in the dream that I was a condor in the shape of a girl.
He does not dare to ask the question flaring in his head. Will she stay.
The fish’s eye is mangled, tugged inward; blood leaks from its gills.
The notebook’s cotton pages are spangled with axes and sickles.
Imagine first the mighty blast. And then the mushroom cloud.
Everything is mine on loan: the leaves I’ve combed out of my hands.
“Why don’t you say anything, people? These thugs are murdering me!”
The men here don’t know where to place me, call me exotic grail.
Pale dust clung to their skin like the lime he had thrown on the dead.
If it were fiction, calling the place Newtown would be too much.
“Refuge,” Nina said, tilting her head back; it was a word she learned.
I am not prepared for postwar Freetown. Postwar Sierra Leone.
Carte blanche is bodily as chalk on dark asphalt, so enliven these eyes.
As far as I was concerned you need never have been my father.
