Monoliths
Smoke of fire swam toward the surface of the sky like some massive man o' war trapped in a harbor where it didn’t belong, as people, not...
To Carry After
I have seen rage: that stubborn anchor holding you to port. Depart, depart and drift forth gently toward the stars. By Jacob Ian DeCoursey
Where’s the news?
I don’t want to hear about war. I don’t want to hear of irrational leadership Where is the news that I desire? The news that I need? What...
Memorial Day/Main Street USA
The murmur of a May morning. Flashing Lights. A far-off drum roll. Wars beyond the reach of time. The High School Marching Band. This Is...
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