Generation
I am in love with whoever I am talking to at the moment And at the moment I am talking to myself. I have caked my face with conforming thoughts And put any…
The Weight of Command
The ground shook as the enemy artillery hammered our lines with ruthless force, and enemy soldiers pushed against our bunkers, searching for a weak spot in our…
Assuming Command
Through bleary eyes the wall calendar and the paperwork on my desk alternated. The glint of morning sun through a hazy sky was sufficient to allow…
The Brass Ring
I looked through the peephole and saw an older man dressed like a Southern Colonel, right down to his Colonel Sanders mustache and goatee, only his was salt…
The Brass Star
It was one of the brass stars that marked where Union Troops had shelled the unfinished capital building during Sherman’s March. I looked left then right, and…