Two Poems by Michael Miller THE COUNTING OF STEPS She borrowed her dreams From yesterday, Never forgetting the woman Who danced without a partner To the music within, The melody only...
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POETRY EACH WEEK Michael Miller Bedridden at ninety-five, Her long white hair Always combed, She drifts in, she drifts out Of that place No one can reach. She recognizes the flowers He...
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MISS SWEENEY A ruddy face, a wealth of curly Gray hair, her eyes a turquoise ocean Advancing into me—"Learn what adaptable Means," she said, and I recognized Miss Sweeney, principal, Instructing me...
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Without Consideration I never imagined the bodies of Dead Marines; the blood and dirt Carefully wiped away, the wounds Cleaned, sutured, before they were Placed in caskets and escorted For...
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Buried In Helmand Province, in farming villages, They buried their rifles in hay, Then went into the fields with The cows, waiting to return and rule. Everyone knew the Taliban, Everyone...
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10 Commonweal . October 12, 2007 ist groups who sought to reestablish dominance over the Shiite majority began an insurgency against U.S. forces. They were joined by Iraqi and foreign jihadi...
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) 0 On the Sunlit Field Like a sail in the windswept air The one raised wing Caught my eye as I walked Upon the sunlit field And saw this bird, A headless eagle With that one raised...
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to a present contradiction. The notions of self-fulfillment and of self-abnegation may well prove to be mutually exclusive. The sado-masochistic relationship to authority so identified with...
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