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Casualties Were Few - Poem #71
A Poem by
toritto
The casualties were few we’re told while preparing to withdraw Just three last month in Kandahar Your son, my son and a boy from Florida. &l..
On Motion - Poem #70
A Poem by
toritto
Galileo postulated in a thought; two objects one light one heavy connected to each other by a string dropped from the Leaning Tower If heavier obj..
algorithms - 2041 - Poem #69
A Poem by
toritto
Tell me Siri Who should I marry? Kylie and Molly both love me but I love them each so differently. Decisions are so hard to make I want to av..
Money Talk - Poem #68
A Poem by
toritto
Alpha Delta Gamma Theta Convexity Complexity Backwardation Wage Inflation Triple Witching EBITDA Swap Spread V.A.R. Suck it all, big and s..
African Sight - Poem #67
A Poem by
toritto
Women of dignity with regal deportment wrapped in cloth of pulsatinghues heads and bodies clashing geometric senses scream as splashes of color..
The Actor
A Story by
toritto
Richard’s phone rang, disturbing the tranquility of a quiet Saturday afternoon in small town California. Rarely did his phone ring since he retu..
Lies - Poem #66
A Poem by
toritto
Emperors and Kings Princes and Serenities Commissars and Presidents Chairmen and Potentiaries all lie for it in their nature; Each year I celebr..
Old Widower Man - Poem #65
A Poem by
toritto
Every morning old widower man sits outside his tiny trailer in a worn aluminum folding chair under an awning not far from the pier Reads the pape..
Grandma's Windows - Poem #64
A Poem by
toritto
Moonlight never shined o’er her bed of dark pecan through the small minded windows of America. No view of stars or sunny sky no ever changi..
Moving to the Head of the Line - Poem #63
A Poem by
toritto
Once when I stood in a line I was younger than everyone; Younger than ball players Younger than cops Younger than soldiers Younger than the ..
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