Sleeping War Away



Delivering Democracy To The World


One sandbag at a time…


No Knock Knock Joke



after Ilya Kaminsky

Let us wash our faces of this dust and forget how the dirt collects in our wounds.
Let the women mourn the way they have never had the time to mourn their men.
Let their men kneel on the roof, clearing their throats, and know those are not guns in their hands
but telescopes, they want to see the universe unfold without a bang.
Let our hearts beat fast without pulling our triggers.
Let there be room for doubt.

What is silence? Something of the sky in us.

We are on our bellies in this silence, Lord.


The Return

inspired by Clinton’s post earlier this morning.
after Andrei Platonov.

On the morning he comes home
Regret folds through her body like hips
Undulating under a slave driver’s whip
And there is nothing for her to say except

I’m sorry

and nothing for her to do but to hope
it is enough
like the clouds hope the wind
is enough
like the dust hopes the sun
is enough
to pull from the soil what water
there once was hope
in the water they drank
but now there’s only the sting
of salt that they imagine
between sips of conversation
stinging in the wounds he wishes
he’d received because it would
give her a reason to care for him
like God used to care for His children.


“my only regret
is not having the courage
to have any.”



Iraqi/Syrian border around ’09/’10’. now, Syria is commiting massive war crimes and nobody does shit all.

US Army clears a house


“Capt. Amy Bishop



P.P.S: With our scary looking guns.

July 3, 2007. Fallujah

I don’t give a fuck about America.
America don’t give a fuck about me.

“This isn’t about the colour of their skin, or about religion. This is about who they are. And who they are are very ordinary people who have been swayed by tyrants and terrorists to become radical Islamic fundamentalists seeking revenge against us for upholding the, you know, the values that we have. And those values are…are integrity and liberty and freedom.”

George W. Bush, February 3, 2004, answering questions after media announced that 13 civilians were killed by a guided-missile near Khost, on Afghanistan’s Pakistan border.

Squared Away

Abu Ghraib, Iraq


for Heidi Kraft

in the second before the bomb
fell from God,
he felt himself slip from
the Lord’s embrace
as only a favourite son can
slip from his father’s arms.

it happened in slow motion.
he could see only the child
and hear only the sound of his rifle

he waited a long time to die,
but death was something
he could only look at,
his Sergeant stopping him from
getting too close,
a mother tugging at her son’s bloodied shirt.

P.W. Singer: Wired for War

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