Fire Trump. Burn ICE.

 

Unlikely Stories mourns Steve Dalachinsky.

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His hands had so many bumps and wrinkles that I was reminded of the roots of an ancient tree. But life! The left one flashed up and down the neck of the guitar. Scales. I recognized the pattern his fingers made: e-sharp minor. A theoretical key. One two three four; theoretically.

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Membership cards
are for anyone who
wants one.
​No, make that needs one.

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the heavy crowds...one million,
are but a moment, their voices
stilled by one person, and behind
her the person who holds
the reins of prison, silence

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There’s kind of a beatbox thing going on.
He took up a book but could not read.
He threw down the book, seized her hand, and wept bitterly.
​‘Tis bitter cold/And I am sick at heart.

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No such thing as information
hardware when you go skinny-
dipping. All soft, no mix &
match, show some flesh or show

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I would want to watch the world burn,
but it's mundane and common place now,
and so even that is boring.  I would hide
this in a metaphor, but I would rather clean
the barrel of an obsolete revolver.

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They’re worried about Trump
and Modi. Muslims in India being lynched
 
for keeping beef in their freezers
or being Muslims.

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And so the monster rose up like some cataclysmic amalgamation of wild animals real and mythical with every serrated and razored and fire-bearing and pus-oozing body part imaginable and now my eyes were not having trouble staying open at all as I stared in disbelief and panic at the conglomerate monster which kept rising and rising until...

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I learned your name under a crescent moon.
Your voice is the breeze on my remains.
I think you were holding the dreams
when we got cut apart and lost.

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After a few more days it felt like we were the ones sheltering Max. She became frail and sickly, her skin paling more every day. We only really saw Max during meals, and conversation always felt perfunctory and wooden.

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“…a red lantern flashed a signal…
We had never seen such a sign used before,”
 
​the armed visitor alleged.

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Mom’s firecrackers took light
with a rattle of gunfire;
and just like that the evidence burned,
no harm done, no fault, no foul,

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