Shared History 12
...Shortly after the quake Francie began
experiencing the familiar morning sickness
that had plagued her when she carried her son .
She had hoped to be spared but just as she began her third month as...
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Categories:
radio set, change,
Form: Narrative
Following the Tracks
...gone fishing as kids meant
follow where train tracks went
and by putting an ear to the rails
listen for sounds of rumbling wheels
the river bank on one side of a bridge
was the only access d...
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Categories:
radio set, addiction, fishing, music,
Form: Free verse
The Battle March 11 1968
...Through The Valley Page 187
From reality, now only a memory
Pfc. Tony May crawled over to Zbozien to give him some protection when the first smoke rounds struck between the line of hootches an...
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Categories:
radio set, war,
Form: Epic
Goodbye Summer
...Goodbye Summer
thank you for spending
another glorious year here with us
I wish you never had to end
it seemed like just yesterday
when the calendar was set to June 22nd
but now the time is r...
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Categories:
radio set, farewell, seasons, summer,
Form: Free verse
Room Disorder
...Whose room is this
Crispy reek therein
Whose room is this
His under-wear dangling
Upon the ceiling fan switch
His clothes spread upon the couch
His pant hung upon the door
His books spread upo...
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Categories:
radio set, abuse, allegory, assonance,
Form: Rhyme
Hitler Stole My Pink Rabbit
...Hitler Stole my pink rabbit
it was pink velvet with grey lining to the ears
and a white bobbit
He first came down through the radio set
he strode across and said
in a deep voice, I like velvet...
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Categories:
radio set, war,
Form: Free verse
My Birdlung
...you’re most certain of life
when you’re closest to death;
I recall out on a child-like limb
the rage of bird-bodies underfoot
that once sang overhead
and I know it in my bones
I know it in my blood
t...
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Categories:
radio set, life, me,
Form: Free verse
It's the Time of the Day...
...It’s the time of the day
When my friend lurking all day came alluring
Pulling me on to the bed of romance
Lost and caught in her cobwebs of passion
I cuddled her with artistic hands
And with a l...
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Categories:
radio set, art, on writing and
Form: Dramatic Monologue