Poetry
Wind’s War
A blustery day of early Fall, a war ‘between wind and trees The broganned breeze trumps boldly into strip the mottled leaves Its icy fingers
A blustery day of early Fall, a war ‘between wind and trees The broganned breeze trumps boldly into strip the mottled leaves Its icy fingers
I am probably just one more person shouting my opinion into the void on this matter but I’m going to say it anyway: Lost Children
The war ate the 14-year-olds. Such were the days, when young boys wielded swords and died on these dusts. Politicians, drunk in the revelry of
I have examined the night sky. Seen appear the moon, stars, and meteors. During winter’s freeze, Orion, lost in Crete, stands tall, his belt tight,
“No matter how many books you’ve read, how many tales you know, believe me: no one has ever told you a story like this one.”
In the direct aftermath of completing Emily A. Duncan’s debut novel, Wicked Saints, I must admit that I am battling between two opposing schools of
I always have a dream Flowing into my veins like a stream Throughout my life I wander about Having deep faith to reach it, no
Resistance Women is a well-researched, compelling novel that details life in Germany from the late 1920s through World War II. Since most World War II novels
The Last Year of the War by Susan Meissner is a poignant, informative novel that highlights a little mentioned, shameful piece of American history. In 1943, fourteen year
We don’t talk about our dark days. Of all earth’s lush night plant life, you choose to call the girl with war in her mouth
I remember the feel of his fur, and can almost remember his smell. Standing next to him was amazing. He once stood up with me
As the northern breeze passes by the men in green spurt Through the wild trees, Some in anticipation, Some in trepidation, Striving to attain a
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at