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John S Green

Idols

The bullet buried into its breast. The bird’s body jerked back in slow motion, then slid down into the gutter of my house. I stood with my pellet gun in shock, the jolt as quick as the pigeon’s collapse. Ten years old. My first direct hit, but it did not feel like a victory. Her head poked out from the trench, looking straight down at me.

winter's edge
in the back of a drawer
his war medals

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About the Author

John S Green is published in all styles of poetry, including a children’s book, Whimsy Park. John was born in Europe, and lived in Turkey, Italy, and Belgium before moving to the United States at age thirteen. He has a daughter and wife who still laugh at his jokes.