Monthly Archives: September 2013

What I Could Have Been

I could have been Martha Gellhorn, and traveled into the face of war And pushed into the front, singing and marching and writing. I could have been her; I could have ridden in tanks and drank whiskey by the double, … Continue reading

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Briar Creek

By the quiet water run young feet, black with dust    and young hands wrapped around bamboo poles,     towels over thin brown shoulders,    and laughter as thick as the dust raised by passing coal trucks. Photos taken along … Continue reading

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