Poetry Summer Poem 30 Jun 20251 Jul 2025 It is sand. Pines. Sand. Artillery. Pines. Sand. Cardealerships for miles. I am 40. I remember standing on the edge of the Atlantic,New Year’s Eve 1999.I was 14, soon to be 15,and as midnight struckI remember…
Memoir… Philpot 24 Apr 202516 May 2025 By now, I should have learnedthat Pepsi for its own sakeisn’t really whyPhilpot would steal it back to the barracks—a sack of America's second favorite under his ACUs,risking his skin.That…
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An Unhappy Consciousness 