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5 years, 4 months ago

mostly I remember myself in some variation of afraid misc/poetry

Those mornings in the last days of December,
as the smog deepened over the mausoleum
& the ghost of the emperor’s first wife
lingered about the four gardens, weeping
over her dead child
until a solitary jogger tore the curtain of fog
with a flashlight, making her flee
through a chink in the …

—p.49 The Paris Review Issue 234 New Delhi in Winter (48) by The Paris Review
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that vague dream of salt misc/poetry

After the rape & the bloodbath, the savage king
& his men retired to a long shed built in an open
field by a thin river fashioned for this lull in the pillaging
so the horses could rest. One by one, they scrubbed
blood off their fingers & faces & sat down to devour
a feast of rice & goat serve…

—p.46 King’s Feedery (46) by The Paris Review
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her pink room brimmed with disposable diapers

I’d spent the previous week telling her that she was nuts, AK-47 crazy, but she paid me no mind. My mother explained that every individual dealt with traumatic stress differently and one couldn’t predict wartime behavior based on non-bombing personality. As the Israeli missiles hit, my father drank…

—p.22 The July War (13) by The Paris Review
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her pink room brimmed with disposable diapers

I’d spent the previous week telling her that she was nuts, AK-47 crazy, but she paid me no mind. My mother explained that every individual dealt with traumatic stress differently and one couldn’t predict wartime behavior based on non-bombing personality. As the Israeli missiles hit, my father drank…

—p.22 The July War (13) by The Paris Review
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5 years, 5 months ago

I’m literally looking at the ambulance meh/style

‘OK,’ said Hugo as the car eased up to the kerb and he took in the scene, ‘I’m seeing an ambulance.’

Teddy didn’t look at the ambulance but instead checked his tablet for news of it.

‘I’m not seeing anything that would suggest an ambulance,’ he said.

‘I’m literally looking at the ambulance…

—p.300 Perfidious Albion by Sam Byers