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The Fireworks Long before it was an organised celebration Guy Fawkes Night was a familial event, the bonfire built carefully over weeks in a different backyard each year. Everyone brought fireworks. None of our families were well off so each child only brought a few and the mothers made parkin and treacly bonfire toffee for this night alone. It was special. Terry Liquorice didn’t live in our street but in the Level Crossing House. We knew him from school and visiting to look at, but never to touch, his father’s model railway. His family were less needy and he brought two big boxes stuffed full with exotic fireworks. It took just one stray spark to set them off. Multiple rockets lit up the night sky competing with coloured balls fired from roman candles. Catherine-wheels were unleashed free to wander with jumping jacks and Penny Bangers. It was a show to remember but Terry never came back again. https://www.mockingowlroost.com/blog/guy-fawkes-day-fireworks/
Collateral Damage Once they were cities, noisy alive lived in now only blackened carcasses remain, still standing where all else has fallen. Jagged towers, the bare bones of dreams standing still. Still as the lost dreams stopped in their tracks. Standing still the graveyard of the lost, the lost dreams and dreamers. https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/11/06/collateral-damage-by-lynn-white/
The Hunger Of War They’re piling up or splayed out on streets body after body civilians unarmed or ill advisedly armed in haste and heroism their meat is needed to feed the hunger. It’s piling up the rubble of lives in flames fed by weapons and more weapons the tears of the displaced are not enough to douse them so they leave, when they can, a low priority as there’s no meat on them the women, children and elderly. But the meaty men must stay to fight like soldiers to the death and be spat out with screaming shells and fear. And their screams die with them as victory comes closer it is said day after day it is said as the leaders scream “no surrender” victory will be theirs when the hunger is sated. More weapons more bodies more lives in flames to feed the insatiable hunger of war. https://www.orenaugmountainpoetry.net/2026/11/the-hunger-of-war.html
Straw Woman I saw her there. I know I did, no argument. She was standing in the coarse dry grass ahead of me on the cliff top contemplating the sea. I saw her there. I know I did no argument. She was rising from the coarse grass right there on the cliff top contemplating the sea. I saw her there. I know I did and I see her still that straw woman on a windy day blowing then blown away to be claimed by the sea. No argument. https://masticadoresindia0.wordpress.com/2026/10/31/straw-woman-by-lynn-white-art-by-kushal-poddar/
