in this stillness, a room behind my eyes no doors, no windows, no light all my senses removed why wouldn’t i be afraid? where I cannot see or know if this room presses in on me or abandons me to a void; or if there is anybody else in here with me …. this room …
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Thanksgiving another great story that has an angry twin another great word its basic meaning changed by a capital letter the Past – we are not in that time to reflect though you’d think, by now, we would be not when we’re still fleeing from it, still needing to escape to a mountain refuge and …
a poem by lyw - - today, I live a life that has never fought in a war, nor had a loved one fight in any war, and I watch from the distance of documentary what looks like madness from sweet boys and girls, led by mothers and fathers, everything is black and white photography, …
An American Hero 