by Gene Pfeiffer “I’ll say it again, boys. Don’t do what they tell you. Don’t stay and fight. Get up and run, or you’ll never run again,” and with only his arms, he lifted his hips from the couch and, somehow balanced on his crutches, he dragged the decisions of the command structure all the …
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Clearing my mind on the quay as gulls swoop and dive and ships unload. There I divest myself of my cargo of memories, offering them freely to all takers not already invested in heartache, but curious to learn how much one can bear, to serve for them as a warning, a precaution. …
I am thinking about the way the sun pours over your face. How you peel an orange, open half for me to taste the sweet joy of its juice. What do you know about love? Messy as pulp around the mouth. Sometimes rot on the skin. And if we are lucky, picked clean from the …