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If Poetry Could Raise the Dead

For Remembrance Day/Armistice Day/Veterans Day If poetry could raise the dead the earth would bleed where they had bled to flow back into fallen soldiers  who would rise, young and filled with wonder and they would laugh and smile again … Continue reading

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In Memoriam – September 11, 2001

“You didn’t know of our appointment? Death is sorry but these things happen. Did you kiss her on the cheek? Say goodbye to your two kids? Have your coffee lite no sugar on this beautiful September morn? Then fly with … Continue reading

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The 7:11 From Middletown

by toritto He kissed her quickly on the cheek shouted out to his two kids bounded out the door to catch the 7:11 from Middletown. “Bye honey have a good day” drove on down the Kings Highway railroad station parking … Continue reading

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Deaf and Blind

Pietà Do we faintly hear the wail of women over shrouds of sons and daughters? She fed them just a bit ago now they’re gone taken by an errant bomb. When she gonna rid herself of all that baby weight? … Continue reading

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Julian Bond

Julian Bond died yesterday. Wikipedia will tell you that Bond “ was an American social activist and leader in the Civil Rights Movement, politician, professor, and writer. While a student at Morehouse College in Atlanta, Georgia, during the early 1960s, … Continue reading

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Death of a Playboy

She wasn’t a teen beauty but she had a personality to make up for it. She was bold and confident. She looked directly into men’s eyes when she spoke with them. She was one of the first women in Italy … Continue reading

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If Poetry Could Raise the Dead

If poetry could raise the dead the earth would bleed where they had bled to flow back into fallen soldiers  who would rise, young and filled with wonder and they would laugh and smile again the millions, shaking dirt from … Continue reading

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