Monthly Archives: July 2018

A Veteran’s Lament

By James Stickney

Out of the Chute
We are Young
We are Hungry

We Stood in Lines way to long
as adrenalin coursed through our veins
with the likeness of Kong

On a day of distress
We cleaned up the mess
On a day of delight
A warrior will fight

On a day of pain
We continue the same
On a day without pause
We fight for a cause

On a day with a faraway stare
we wonder, will anyone care

On a day that they grieve
What did we achieve


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Becoming Bob

Lately, I ask myself, “Have i allowed myself to become domesticated? Do I bypass the risk that makes me alive, really alive? Am I growing closer to being “Bob” from the movie fight club? Can I be a Tyler Durden, again? ” I, like Mr. Garland, believe we must frequently trade the asphalt jungle for Jack London’s wilderness in “To Build a Fire”.


Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane. The palms of your hands will thicken, The skin of your forehead tan— You’ll be ragged and swarthy and weary But—you’ll walk like a man._Hamlin Garland.

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