Witness to life…
Witness to life I told people with my writing for many years. If the wars, don’t stop. War will come to our doorstep. Today war had found our USA cities. The war… Continue reading
Witness to life I told people with my writing for many years. If the wars, don’t stop. War will come to our doorstep. Today war had found our USA cities. The war… Continue reading
Originally posted on Vishal Dutia:
My hand, it grasps, a withered pen, dry and old, yet perfect all the same My pen, it dances, across the milky paper, smooth and neat, yet messy…
Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I… Continue reading
Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words. Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed in… Continue reading