Tag Archives: Childhood

House of the Bleeding Tongue

House of the Bleeding Tongue I have only a foggy recollection of the house on the outskirts of Cumberland, Maryland. It was on a hill, that much I remember, and to this day I carry the bumpy scar on my … Continue reading

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run with me

come run with me with abandon like the wind carried us away as barefoot children through waves of wheat and spider webs feel the glee of running free on trails over hills rocks and roots unencumbered unplugged disconnected though now … Continue reading

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Playing War

When we were little we were cowboys and Indians, gun slingers and quick draws, Gunsmoke and Lone Ranger and in more movies glorifying World War II than I could count. Then along came Vietnam and nightly reports of causalities delivered … Continue reading

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