Lest We Forget
Through a dream of mud, memory, and loss, a veteran revisits the trenches and the friend whose sacrifice still echoes in the silence of Remembrance.
Brenda
A monologue
A Soliloquy
To stop, and write no more; ay, there’s the scrape, for in that lack of prose what tales aren’t told.
DAHAB 2006
Turquoise and citrine and gold and ruby… ruby red, crimson red, blood red, red sun, red clouds, red everywhere.
A Love Poem By Ahab Candomblé
By Colonel G.R. Tomaini
IVI SELF
