It’s What They Say
April 7th, 2026, 17:45, Landskrona, Sweden Written in response to the President of the United States’ threats today. With notes based on Annie Jacobsen’s book, Nuclear War. They say your skin melts. And your clothes. And your shoes. Melt right off. And your insides become your outsides. I think of their pretty olive skin. Hers…
We had lives.
We had lives. Palestinian ones. In the silk grass curls tousled in the wind the smell of the sea Yemeni ones. Sitting on chairs too small for us a coffee and a friend a tasbih of cold carnelian between rough fingers We had lives. Syrian lives. Fresh tobacco in a crowded cafe hovering above a…
The Doomsday Clock
Coleridge’s clock made of marble and of stone with a little man who strikes the hour Azrael in his cloak of rag and bone. ‘Beware! Beware!’ he cries from the top of the stair. High up in the Great Chamber of a fine country manor, a rickety old elevator will take you there. They’ve built…
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