Tag: Post Traumatic Disorder
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FRIGHTENED
FRIGHTENED It’s nine in the morning. I don’t recall the year. Sometime seventies? Maybe eighties? Matters not the year. What matters is the fear! I came a visitor, Traveling past my nephews to share A moment with them for me to stop and see And stopped unexpectedly there Surprised them the night before To stay […]
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The Hastening of the Bell
THE HASTENING OF THE BELL by GORDON KUHN 1ST DRAFT 2/18/2010 4 AM I cannot tell how long it’s been since the wind blew out the light but come with me and perhaps we can cast out the horror of the night when mankind chose to walk a bitter sandy strand of land come walk […]
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 