Your Voices Joined Is All It Takes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
I asked my Dad about the War when I was very young, he said it happened a long, long time ...
We talked with family last night, not mine or yours specifically but ours, the ones we love familiarly. When little ...
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors ...
It was your first outing, or more rightly, our first outing with you. We were as proud as new parents ...
It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability, profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten to your ...
We are honored and humble and earnest to share in events which would happen although we weren't there, a trifling ...
To my shame I've been mending fences again. a quaint habit I inherited from my father; he would rather fix ...
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
In a slow drawn focus the concrete blocks that prop up my view of the sky morph soft and easy ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
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