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Image via PixGood. With thanks.

Image via PixGood. With thanks.

For some, the endpoint comes.
For those, it expresses as a deed.
For some, how to paint a Mason jar.
For those, it is possible to attach a stencil with a seasonal theme:

there could be a star for Christmas
or a pumpkin outline for Halloween.
Overhead hums a carrier on the flightpath.
For some freedom comes as the endpoint.

A painted Mason jar for flower arrangements,
home-baked cookies and forgetting this is not
how you imagined it would be.
For some the endpoint is a gun.

I have been ill for the last week or so, the world is going down on all sides and in the sidebar of advertisements on my Facebook account I’ve been targeted by craft videos.

Painted Mason jars, perfect in their new incarnation for displaying flowers on one’s kitchen table, must be the perfect salve to my ailment and the world’s disquiet.

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In the Ocean: a year of poetry
Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys
Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012

Our eyes cannot see
through the polished cufflinks 
and clean underwear put on that morning;
over the same legs that walk past you
and sway in the train when it breaks;

the same arms that hold groceries 
and hand them over at the till;
the usual pleasantries made with the cashier
whose body is later found in the field.

After reading this article written by the husband of a woman who had been murdered, I have been thinking about the topic of ordinary killers. I’m not beyond imagining that we’re all capable of extremes of harm and violence. However, I wonder how it is that there are ordinary men who walk among us, who put on their clean clothes, take transport, buy groceries and – at some point in their existence – take someone else’s life.

It’s gendered manifestations of such ordinary violence that bothers me. And that in many instances the perpetrator is often known by the victim. And, indeed, by a wider community in which they both exist.

This is not a cheerful topic, and not one on which I wish to dwell – least of all write poetry. But it’s a situation in the world that’s really on my mind.

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Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys
Shining in Brightness