A
List of Horrors
morning
breaking
Simchat
Torah holiday
making
love
coffee
peepee
bathing,
dressing, eating, changing
diapers.
A
morning like any other.
Really?
Shouts,
noise, confusion, shouts getting closer,
doors
kicked, masked men, shouts
shoving,
pushing, knocking,
kicking,
shooting, shelling, fetus
yanked
from mother
burning
alive
still
clinging to it.
Silence,
lull, laughing, eating, boasting,
raping,
burning, killing, bragging,
chopping,
beheading, kidnapping.
Desert,
concert, music, dancing,
rockets,
paraglides, motorbikes,
machine
guns, masked
monsters,
chasing,
pushing, blood
rampage,
raping,
shooting, taking, spitting
bomb
shelters (where???)
grenades,
bodies, blood.
Silence,
survivors
October
Seven
Twenty
twenty-three
Didn’t
we promise
Never
again?
Alexandra
Goodwin
Alexandra
Goodwin was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and moved to the United States
during the 1970s. She used to live under her mango tree in Florida where her
desk is but since October 7 she has moved to safer quarters. She hopes to have
captured the feeling of despair and fragmentation in this List of Horrors.
Her
essays and poems have appeared in Ariel Chart, The Centifictionist, Loch Raven
Review, Stick Figure Poetry Quarterly, Verse-Virtual, The Miami Herald and
three issues of the Personal Story Publishing Project. She’s the author of
Whispers of the Soul, Exchange at the Border, What Color is Your Haiku?, and
Caleidoscopio