Where The Creek Used To Run (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you've breathed your ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
What's in a song John (or is it 'Knuckles'), what's in a song about an unemployed, suicidal bum, caught in ...
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
What is it with Hezbollah representing barely 15% of the Lebanese Parliament living outside the government immersed in an undeclared ...
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man's clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I ...
And you will claim we need more births to keep our population mix in check while nature's truths suggest there ...
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