Apr 27, 2025 | Uncategorized
Not Another Day At The Office No, I can’t send the certificate as proof of our compliance – I’ve just seen half a child’s body ten metres away from the other half while another child (face covered in blood) cries. No, I can’t retrieve the contract...
Apr 18, 2025 | Uncategorized
Portrait of Palestinian Boy Who Lost Both Arms How do you lose an arm? How do you lose two? Do people wake up in the morning surprised to see their arms are still attached to their body? Do they hug themselves with relief with their newly-appreciated arms?...
Apr 16, 2025 | Uncategorized
Firework I am not a firework despite what Katy Perry says. I am not an explosive pyrotechnic device. I am not a fizzing, loud, extravagant source of entertainment. I am not the focal point of other people’s happiness. I am fine with this. However,...
Apr 4, 2025 | Uncategorized
This Was Not Poetry I’ve trained myself to turn my eyes away. Not because I don’t care. Because my heart can’t bear any more. Because I see too much already. In the hospital, I see mothers carrying their children in pieces. Fathers who’ve stopped...
Apr 3, 2025 | Uncategorized
Bedtime Gory I took my kids down the path of my own whimsy. I held their hand. Hands. Anyway, won’t be doing that again. I mean the making stuff up. I’ll definitely hold their hands again. The impromptu bedtime story didn’t have castles or talking...
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