by Alan Swyer
“When are we going
to have lunch?” Nadia asks for the third time in the last ten minutes.
“We'll be leaving
for dinner right away,” my father replies as he's done twice before, his
patience clearly wearing thin.
We're seated in
the living room of their apartment in Boynton Beach, Florida, a nicely
decorated place that only mildly suggests that it's part of an assisted living
facility.
“Why won't you let
me have lunch?” Nadia pleads a moment later, her face showing signs of
confusion rather than hunger.
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Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Saturday, 6 September 2014
Artwork by Michael O (featured on www.hashthemag.tumblr.com)
Clay-eyed and metal-skinned executioners
breaking the body of the earth,
machinery rattling through the night,
workers aged by the wars of profit.
One man stands alone,
dreaming of an ending.
It’s happening,
all around.
-Janelle Rainer
Janelle Rainer is a 24-year-old poet and community college teacher living in Colville, Washington. Her...
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