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There are vacant battlegrounds on television where the cement of shelled buildings consumed with their dying breaths the bullets of kalishnakovs and fell to the tank treaded ground, Their disemboweled bellies like infants mouths pointed skyward and cried for the attention that the incinerated bodies inside could not offer. The cameras turned away from the husks of houses and focused on the Commander citing victory as the fog around him obscured the numbers of Chechyan Casualties. The soot suf...

I miss when I was a kid, riding in the backseat of my mother’s Pontiac with my whole family on a trip to the mall. My thoughts focused on the new plastic monstrosities my parents would buy for me from K-Bee. I didn’t have to worry about getting lost behind the wheel, and the sunshine and spring breeze through the automatic windows didn’t bring me back to the broken air conditioner in the apartment, or the missed rent or the abated renovations. I didn’t think about how much gas we had left, or...