John Samuel Tieman: Tintype
I was young when I shed my history like the skin of something unpleasant only later did I open my bureau drawer and go through the ancestors one at a … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: Passchendaele
A party of ‘A’ Company men passing up to the front found … a man bogged to above the knees. The united efforts of four of them with rifles beneath … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: In Transit
on the train between Prague and Vienna I wanted to compose a poem something in a holy moment less than the Elevation at the Mass of course but still filled … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: Love In A Time Of Riots
Yesterday, on National Public Radio, “And now the news from Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria and St. Louis.” There’s a list on which I’m proud to hear my hometown, the city I … Continue reading
Blue Suits And Socialism: Suggestions For A Party Platform
Last week, I went to a reception. Twenty years ago, a friend won a First Amendment case that went all the way to the Supreme Court. We joked about the … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: Report From Ground Zero, St. Louis
I’m reminded of a photograph I once saw of Hiroshima. Not the explosion, but the day after. That’s what today feels like in my St. Louis neighborhood. A few … Continue reading →