"... But the American simply stood at attention, once again a strong, straight-backed soldier. Then he raised his right hand slowly and stiffly to his forehead, saluting his former enemy. ..." (Read More at The Huffington Post)
Does heartache haunt holiday? Are you mourning the one, or the ones, who you love or loved the most? Does your heart ache? Do you grieve? Are you asking yourself, "How will I handle the holidays with my heavy heart?"
Love's opposite is grief; they exist in equal measur...
At six miles long, rural Route 96 runs down a skinny pencil neck of land that is boarded by a bay, a salt river and the Atlantic Ocean. Route 96 is the shortest highway in Maine but it long enough to set my mind to grousing if traffic delays my travel. There is only o...
I had just stepped into my studio office with a mug of hot coffee in one hand when my cell phone rang. It was my mother. I checked the time before answering -- 7 a.m. In her old age she never rose before 9 a.m., with breakfast at 9:30 at the table that she had laid out...
This is a hellish poem because
An accidental click in Twitter today,
Brought me to see VERY GRAPHIC photos that
I cannot unsee, photos that made me see that
ISIS is an Unholy Beast that beheads children.
They behead children. Dear God, they behead children.
Sitting on a dark deck under one star in the clouded sky
Listening to bullfrogs croaking to each other in regular conversation,
And watching as the fireflies light up the night as iridescent dots
Against darkness. Tree leaves rustle in a light breeze unseen.
The sea so...