Tag Archives: Antony Owen

The Last House of Hiroshima

Your old face was parchment a thousand lines of shallow graves to a smooth clearing the firestorm left. That hill of human eyes you whispered of How the dead wept in gamma strobe rainbows It was just moisture leaving their … Continue reading

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Collateral Damage

I heard of a doorway tied to wooden pegs and women entered to bathe the Grandmother with milk. The pregnant offered their breasts to bowls – all of them wore black in the midday sun. Men gathered any wood they … Continue reading

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