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To My Brother Killed in Battle

The arts, literature and poetry, were very important to the peoples of the workers Reich. Literature, poetry and art were the roots through which the folk sustained their unique culture. 327 more words


You never leave my mind

Friday 27th November

This morning we explored the old city of Badajoz , where your brother’s girlfriend lives. So many narrow streets, terracotta tiled rooves, and castle battlements, plus the sky was an amazing azure blue. 98 more words


November faction 

White walls with dirty fingerprints at knee level, my baby cousin was over on thanksgiving.

My cousin says “Here’s to our genocide,” and raises a turkey leg. 93 more words


Black Friday

to my aunt

We leave behind talking about Black Friday,
not going, telling fake stories
about maybe camping for an iPhone, what to put
in our imaginary Thermos, how to hide our liquor… 110 more words


I, You, We.

I came from the light into the dark
alone but strong.
You were what I wanted,
in time that wanting grew strong.
We were a fragmented three… 90 more words


A Reflection

Thanksgiving was a great day – for me at least. It was filled with family, rest and way too much good food. I’m pretty sure I had so much dessert that my waistline grew at least two inches. 471 more words

Brothers and Sisters for Thanksgiving

Well, yesterday was Thanksgiving Day in the United States of America.  Holidays are times of reflection for a lot of us.  Ideally we spend time with many friends and family members.   687 more words