I turned fifteen in 1916. I was overseas. On that morn, I lifted my head above the trench to look across the battlefield.
Coils of concertina wire lay across the furrowed ground. Trenches filled with dead, frightened, and damaged men.
A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing
Home-brewed Prose & Poetry
A Galaxy of Thoughts and Creativity
Read on, it's good for the brain.
cheeky, irreverent, quirky: stories, poems
Right time. Right place. Wrong hero.
Fabricated creations and other matter
Reinventing the Tagline One Existential Crisis at a Time
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Poetry from a Dublin Scientist
Writing and Photography
Author Aspiring
Wrangling literary arts for writers: words for people!
A writing blog by H.R.R. Gorman
Emergency lighting for times of darkness and fear
A place filled with mostly unfinished stories. Begun primarily as a direct result of my association with the OC Writer's Guild
Short, sharp flash fiction
Adding flair to your writing!
A way to exchange
Santa Cruz Veteran's Poetry Circle
Small Glimpses into Lives, based on heart warming attributes.
reading and writing the Rust Belt
poems and ruminations
It's named what it's named because it does what it does. And it does what it does because it's named what it's named!
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
