3 Responses to SPLAB Mailing Address

1. Jerold Smith says:

   October 20, 2011 at 4:08 pm

   Do you list poetry events be presented in the Seattle area? If so, Poetry Bridge presents Poems & Tales the fourth Wednesday of each month at C&P Coffee Co. in West Seattle. Each month features two readers, followed by an open mic with poets and storytellers. Visit the website for details. Thank you for your time and consideration.
2. Splabman says:

   October 21, 2011 at 11:21 am

   What’s the link?
3. michael hall says:

   November 8, 2012 at 7:10 am

   Dulce Et Decorum Est III & A Taste of Armageddon
   (or the empire has no clothes but a disposition matrix)

   by michael hall

   In due homage to Horace, Owen and O’Connell i humbly nod
   for how sweet & glorious it must be to kill or die for God & country by pompous duty with dishonor
   so c’mon kiddies, any up for good jingo sport?
   who’s hungry & poor, who wants to play the hubris ‘anything for profit’ killing game?

   As newspapers rah rah their pied pier patriotism with journalistic integrity & objectivity ha ha!
   as a new battle lies just around the corner & armed forces day just weeks away hooray!
   rally loyal citizens to whitewash warm innocuous blood off disgraced musket & sullied polluted flag
   strike up the marching parade manifested by destiny down main street usa hey hey!

   Awaken & open thine eyes chauvinistic folk, come & see your overseas deeds of nefarious brutality
   your liable for this appalling tax-paid violence you’ve exported to hamlets & villages on human beings
   assaulting families who’ve never did you any harm in lands you’ve never heard of, or care less for
   so step on up, one & all, since everyone here is accountable & responsible for this odium

   Take a trip to the overflowing morgues filled with small smashed bodies, once toddlers full of laughter & life
   deeply inhale the rancid stench of scorched flesh crispy burnt to a black bubbly mass by phosphorus
   gaze into doll dead eyes frozen forever by shock & awe renditioned via your God blessed terror from above
   atop a cold gurney a stiff finger of a tiny hand from amidst a pile of mangled flesh pointing at you war supporters

   Watch as grief-stricken fathers zombie-wander in shattered silence
   sifting through ragged debris & devastating destruction searching for lost sons & missing daughters
   discovering ripped wet mangled body parts strewn out as pieces of a human jig-saw puzzle
   taking home the ear, the hand, the foot to be quietly buried

   Harken to the heart-piercing shrieks as soul-torn asunder mothers wail like howling wild animals
   as they find their loves buried, broken & bloody in the rubble of your glorious works
   then if you can, please explain to the unresponsive moaning neonatal orphan
   why your armed forces just murdered his parents…by accident, then wave a condolence payment in his face

   Celebrate as your special op-forces silently & quickly dig our bullets from civilian bodies
   to cover their tracks from being at the wrong address, again & again
   declare as a holiday murdered women at a bridal shower or when 4 kids are droned to smithereens while tending sheep
   rejoice in exported evil exploits as great american victories for which your war crimes always are

   Trust flim-flam, the PR propaganda spin
   praise your taxes which finances anglo-terrorism through illegal & immoral aggressive violence
   raise your false flag ever higher to cover the rising pile where the butchered lie
   however dear good christian citizens, no civic rag could ever soar over the sick slaying of the innocent

   Consider Fallujha surrounded & caged, then the cowering cringing unarmed civilian inhabitants
   shot, burned & barbequed like slaughtered sitting ducks in a ‘free-fire zone’ shooting gallery
   ponder upon your sanctimonious attack at a school in Bajour where 69 children are massacred by joystick
   this is Sand Creek, Wounded Knee, My Lai, Haditha, & other mass-media contorted & distorted great triumphs
   which to no doubt in my mind, the next war crime called a ‘battle’ will be anointed too, of course, ta! ta!