by Mark Rand | Mar 11, 2011 | Poetry
Why did they have to die that day? In that insidious war Fear hidden with a brave display. In the trenches, their affray The blood and all the gore Why did they have to die that day? Death cast it’s grey fetid bouquet Artillery did frightfully roar Fear hidden...
by Mark Rand | Nov 11, 2008 | Poetry
Good is Good, it does not need, To be seen through the lens of Creed. And Heresy’s an ugly word, When used to protect the absurd. The worth of a man is measured by The deed he does with head held high; The knowledge that his work is just; And worthy of another’s...
by Mark Rand | Nov 10, 2008 | Stories
The tapping stopped, leaving an eerie silence. It had been banging at first but had grown weaker, very quickly. The automatic emergency lamps cast a pallid glow over the pinched, shocked faces of the shivering men scattered about the cramped compartment. Ian Gardener,...
by Mark Rand | Nov 8, 2008 | Poetry
The teacher groans, another day of stunned indifference slips away. Bored children rush the classroom door as if to flee this crushing chore! She turns and cleans the detritus of young minds’ fight with calculus from the board behind the chair and shakes her...
by Mark Rand | Nov 8, 2008 | Poetry
War is war; is war; is war, No matter where or what it’s for. For those who battled, those who died, Did so for more than country’s pride. They did it for the rights of others; Kinfolk, strangers, children, mothers. They fight to keep darkness at bay, That may engulf...
