by John G | Apr 20, 2009 | Poetry
Toilet paper rolls were strewn around the jackknifed trailer, Humvees dust trailed past the smoke veiled engine cab, their turrets popcorned the van that bowled grenades at their bee line. The driver crumpled, rutting sand with his elbows, while the captain kept...
by John G | Apr 12, 2009 | Poetry
How many names will be written on the granite panels? My father’s comrade, who fell beside him, is written there. Marching with my father in Nashville’s Veteran’s Day Parade Almost never born, walking in Sgt Keith Patterson’s place; Supporters waved and cheered for...
