Jack Rothman: Oh, say can you see Through dawn’s hazy light The missiles streaming in air Our nukes still there.
Walter G. Moss: From running or standing she springs in the air In ways that few gymnasts ever would dare. Forward or backward her twists and somersaults, Executed from balance beams or in her vaults.
Vicki Ryder: I open my morning newspaper To see what the President’s done, And the horrors just keep piling higher And I feel like I’m coming undone.
Paul Haeder: waves move mountains water so “soft” yet over eons like titanium drill as continents fall tides mean more than a romance with Pacific or Caribbean
Words Fail Even Upon the Passing of Arthur Condie, RIP, 2019 missing life over a scotch kilts and bagpipes just part of a show, he danced for eight decades-plus, lad who swam Odysseus’ sea, headwinds of Highland dew with mates on the peloton, rubbed hard living young the life of Scottish men dreaming of Route […]