Text Box: BROOKLYN’S CENTRAL BOOKING Blood-cold handcuffs hung on my wrist coagulating from the harsh stench of fear and the knowing looks of men possessed with law and envy Under shocked brows my reflection crouched miniaturized: already jailed I knew my only escape was to relax and let them begin their damn cavity search

John Kehoe torments his soul with words while struggling with life after having visited Hiroshima, one of the saddest experiences of his life.

I See a Darkness

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