Red Door #28 - The TYPEWRITTEN issue

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POETRY Privilege Michael Favala Goldman United States Trees are not greedy. They collaborate, make just enough leaves. Cheetahs are not greedy. They don’t hunt any more than necessary. I am not greedy. I just don’t know the difference between need and want. A delightful misunderstanding 026 Illustrations by Richard Polt. Cristian Forte Argentina I never thought about the particles that don’t come out of power plants and automobiles it was an astounding place full of wonder, magic, and exquisite personal style I was delighted by the decorations and the way i was treated and the people i was travelling with were also delighted I had been using my hydrating lotion for normal skin types but when i set off for home for christmas to visit my family, i immediately noticed that my skin was again getting irritated I never thought about cosmetic pollution the particles that don’t come from power plants and automobiles
What is grass? There’s a god in the grass and it tells us our purpose which is to tear it all up, bit by bit. All day we take our communion. We inhabit a holy carpet. There’s a voice in the trees and a drone in the sky. To eat, to sleep, to stand and try to die is our purgatory. It’s easy enough to say it – ‘weather’ is a verb. We go along with rituals. We entertain possibilities. Dust rises. Fresh grass. We know where we are going and will go in our time – unless pushed. We are held. We are patient. The operation is tolerated. Resistance is offered – otherwise it would be obvious. We are handled. We struggle. We dig in. There is a thing we learn and it comes to us naturally. Jack Thacker United Kingdom Going to the Well Lani O’Hanlon Ireland Soon we return freely to the green of our eyes, of our minds and lower our heads to it. We understand how to suffer – maggots, blindness, foot rot, worms, loneliness, yes, and mastitis. We are, despite it all, used to it all and its violence. Three wells, as in a fairytale; the first well is dry, the second well is dry, the third well is dry. A woman asks if there is a well committee someone to tell us where the water went. We are thirsty then, desperate for a drink. A woman climbs down into the well begins to dig with an old tin cup. We wait for a trickle some hint of moisture to wet our lips with whatever cure is here. She holds it up, we lean forward to see but in the cup there is only money. 027
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