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The Wallis Collection

Wallis Simpson Well next week across the pond Prince Harry will marry Meghan Markel in one of those anachronistic royal ceremonies the British do so well.  And  all the world will watch. Everyone wants to see Cinderella live. The British … Continue reading

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Summer, 1914 – For Armistice Day

It was a Summer of banners, awash in tunics, red and blue bedecked with golden epaulets black boots, silver stirrups pipes, drums, trumpets and Tatoo. It was a Summer of boasts and toasts of poems, songs and innocent prayers nights … Continue reading

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Winged Victory

For Remembrance Day/Armistice Day/Veterans Day Moc-Chau, Vietnam The fields are fully green again where only yesterday was shed wild blood of exuberant youth beauteous youth their blood staining the earth still, though unseen now, the stain hidden beneath the fields … Continue reading

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The Introduction

“Comrade Balabanoff! There is someone here I would like you to meet!” Angelica turned around to face the voice. It was Franco, one of her colleagues on the Central Committee of the Italian Socialist Party. “Good evening! How are you!” … Continue reading

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Endings

Of all the places I have been and all the paths that I have walked there are many I know I will never walk again. Such is the nature of things; the omnipotent film maker has made the cuts, certain … Continue reading

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Dancing in Brazil

I am satisfied with my daily bread a pinch of salt a cup o’joe a little touch of you at night. A sweet dream while resting on sleep’s shoulder drifting on sleep’s shore a short doze, a light sleep awakened … Continue reading

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Winged Victory – for Memorial Day

The fields are fully green again where only yesterday was shed wild blood of exuberant youth beauteous youth their blood staining the earth still, though unseen now, the stain beneath the fields of green flowering gardens. Unseen too the bleeding … Continue reading

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Summer, 1914

It was a Summer of banners, awash in tunics, red and blue bedecked with golden epaulets black boots, silver stirrups pipes, drums, trumpets and Tatoo. It was a Summer of boasts and toasts of poems, songs and innocent prayers nights … Continue reading

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