Amy Lowell: Dreams in War Time
I dug a grave under an oak-tree.
With infinite care, I stamped my spade
Into the heavy grass.
Nina Padolf: In line at the food bank with my roommate a disabled vet in Pittsburgh
It’s our turn, they escort us around
each section as if we’re in prison
Judith R. Robinson: Black Scar
oh Danny boy
who is no more
he whom I loved
Wayne Karlin: The Lotus Eaters
And so he returned to Ithaca:
walked naked from the sea
and saw his shadow
fall on the white marble
James Dubinsky: Veterans turned poets can help bridge divides
Today, there are approximately 20.17 million veterans – 7 percent of the U.S. population. That’s more than 20 million stories, along with the stories of their loved ones. Sometimes poetry is the most effective way to capture both the ambiguity and the story.
Erich Maria Remarque: All Quiet on the Western Front (Chapter 12)
It is autumn. There are not many of the old hands left. I am the last of the seven fellows from our class. Everyone talks of peace and armistice. All … 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
