Screams in broken languages of anguish slash into sand and rock leaving a gory scarlet tint to sandy dust soaring high into the air. A cold hopelessness lingers over the blood painted sand as battles continue, on and on. Death circles over the battered arenas of combat as the deafening…

The pale, lonely man exists in a patchwork put together-life, his parts held together with Elmer’s glue, and bailing wire. His soul… dark brown like Bourbon and Coca Cola; he is a conglomeration of misplaced desires, fantasies, and sounds of gaudy birds screeching stridently inside his tortured mind. He shuffles through…

It’s okay to cry or smile in private,but if among others, even strangers,displaying our mood is at bestbad manners, and at worstdemented behavior to be evaded. But would it not be simpler to copeif we blatantly screamed or sulkedor laughed out loud for no apparent cause?For we could sense the…

What can be said or doneAbout what hasn’t happened?Yet living in the momentturns away the inner eyefrom anticipated pleasuresand awaited fears.If we portray ourselvesas what we wish to be,perhaps we need to worryjust a little more aboutwhere the hell we are. ____________________________________________________________ Ed Ahern is a former naval officer who specialized in…