The House: Poems on Fascism Power and Control

<p><br/>Some doors are locked for your safety.&nbsp;</p><p>Others are locked so you never find out who built them.</p><p>This book isn&rsquo;t angry. Not exactly.<br/>It won&rsquo;t raise its voice or throw bricks through windows.<br/>It&rsquo;ll smile politely as you pour your coffee<br/>whisper something unsettling just as you take your first sip<br/>and you won&rsquo;t remember what it was<br/>only that your hand started shaking.</p><p>Inside: children who don&rsquo;t know they&rsquo;re marching<br/>lullabies that taste like ash<br/>a sky that forgets how to be blue<br/>and questions that get you disappeared.</p><p>There are no heroes here. No villains either.<br/>Just people with mirrors for faces and names that feel slightly... off.</p><p>You might think this book is about fascism.<br/>You&rsquo;d be wrong.</p><p>If you&rsquo;re looking for hope try fiction.<br/>If you&rsquo;re looking for healing see a doctor.<br/>If you&rsquo;re looking for answers<br/>well. That&rsquo;s how they get you.</p><p>The revolution was televised.<br/>You changed the channel.</p><p>Now here you are&mdash;staring into a mirror that doesn't blink.<br/>Hope isn't absent. It&rsquo;s just&hellip;heavily redacted.</p><p>Turn the page.<br/>Or don&rsquo;t.<br/>But either way it knows you&rsquo;ve seen it now.</p><p>Just know:<br/>Once you open the door<br/>it might not close behind you.</p><p>You were never meant to feel safe in <i>The House</i>.</p>