Can You Hear It, Brother? — Part TWO
The turbulence of late 1960’s impacted everyone, even a Junior High School student from a small town in Western Pennsylvania.
The turbulence of late 1960’s impacted everyone, even a Junior High School student from a small town in Western Pennsylvania.
I was awakened by the sound of titanium hitting a wood surface and instantly remembered that membership has its ignorance.
“Sometimes escape can be an art, or a selfishness, or just a gift you need to give yourself.” — Stephen Dunn, from his poem, “Mercy”
It is 11 p.m. EST, and I am safe and sound asleep when the sun rises in Kyiv, the capital of Ukraine.
Be afraid. Be very afraid because it’s in there, waiting to surface again.
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