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At a corner table of a Wendy’s an old woman sits every morning bent over her paper, her coffee and half eaten egg patiently awaiting further..

A dim December light breaking dawn of Winter’s night reveals a naked frozen bough hosting a chorus of crows rousing us to morning thick..

If poetry could raise the dead the earth would bleed where they had bled to flow back into fallen soldiers who would rise, young and filled with wo..

Watching toddlers frolic at the shore with squirt guns, building sand castles under the watchful eyes of their beautiful MILF mothers sitting nearb..

I’m a ghost of the ghost of my former self from a time we poked fun at the foibles of men laughing at Bilko and Navy McHale recognizing sc..

You go back to the place you grew up and find it’s changed houses and bars that are no more the ones still standing, unrecognizable and you ..

Under the school desk, knees together waiting for the bomb to fall while picking at the Bazooka gum stuck there since last semester There was fear..

Summer sun reflected off a wheel chair holding half the soldier he used to be in half the body he used to have the dent above his left ear now hidd..

Lock is frozen Snow tonight Thaw it open Zippo light. Got a pint of Southern Comfort fuel to keep a body warm; not much gas to run the heater e..

This must have been how it was; peering down from a hillside orchard to see Reggio or Napoli shining below for the last time looking like acres of..