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The local girls are Asian, South Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese. A few runaway Muslim chicks. War is a man-shaped demon. War is booze and guns, fistfights, Humvees and frying, flying limbs. What's a young man to do? He does it, then lives to die later. Madam Butterfly has a missile launcher....

Good advice for stroppy teenager's Trevor, unfortunately we know they won't take it!

Thank you Calm Rose please that you enjoyed it.

She has a fever. I leave her dozing fitfully on the veranda. Halfway to the woods there is a farm gate where she often squats to piss. The tough grass is brown, but still thrives, adapted as it is to a uric rain. ‘Paris’ the giant poodle is here, his nose a rapier sniffing past and present. Several...

Emmm, looks like I might be short a comma Gyppo!
Whimsy is my thing don't you know. Cheers.

A tragic lovelorn tale for sure Indar.

I love you, Broad-boarded Bee-Moth I’m delighted by your transparent wings, ‘diaphanous’ some say. I love your jerky jiggly flight by day as you flitter from leaf to leaf. Some say you flutter, but I think not so much. You fly through riverside woods and sometimes hover over mountain slopes, depend...

Hi Trevor fun and true write.
Suggest watch line length for tighter read.
I think you don't need the last stanza for by then you have said it all.
Cheers.

Ghastly times.
A very strong and vivid write.
I hope the unkrainian conflict does not end up like that
but human nature at war will always let you down.
Excellence.

Thunder the poor plagued, the tread thread barest. Thunder the crow black priests beaks clattering, hands anointed with broken oaths. Thunder also the mean streets and all the mean sisters of hope forgot. Thunder under a seashell dark, for a flea picked residue is the image of love, God bedecked in...