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  • Jacklyn

    Jacklyn Legion 5Dec07 She has gone out the door again. Like a silhouette within a shadow, she goes silently into the cover of darkness. The hunt has begun…again…and I can not stop it…again. I mourn for her and her loss. I curse my own and what it has wrought. Every night, the memories flood back…

  • A Blip on the Radar (Part 28) “The Immarsat Problem “

    A Blip on the Radar Part 28: The Immarsat Problem I worked on different fishing boats, for varying periods of time. The longest straight run was one year, the shortest was a holiday relief for two. Some Fish Masters I really liked, one or two were hard to get along with. The odd one was…

  • Diagnosis Alzheimer’s …

    Every morning my boss attempts to wake me up by pushing a button, making me start up for the day ahead. Alas, today… bleep… I am just about to make it, then suddenly I am stuck for I … bleep … to start my friendly boss’s machine, thingy … I do not know what it…

  • In the Trenches

    In the Trenches Legion 16AUG08 Prologue The smell of dirt and death is an old acquaintance for Afanasii. His whole life he has danced hand in hand with the two. They are intertwined in his memory like lovers that have nothing in common but their lust for one another. He smiles at that thought, confusing…

  • Blood in the Key of a Jealous C

    Blood in the Key of a Jealous C Legion 23NOV07 It stands before her beckoning, dark and ominous. A blackish, hellish creature that calls her back into a moment she wishes to forget. A lapse of reason she had hoped would fade away into the grayness of insanity. Moments of clarity play through her corrupted…

  • Ik herinner mij Nederland (1)

    IK HERINNER MIJ NEDERLAND De Tekening Ik ben in Schotland geboren, van een Engelse vader en een Ierse moeder. Maar mijn familie verhuisde naar Nederland toen ik erg jong was. Pa werkte bij Philips. De gloeilampen fabriek. Daar leefde ik tot ik zeventien jaar oud was. De hele tijd in hetzelfde huis, op de Pasteurlaan…

  • A Walk in the Sun

    A Walk in the Sun He died yesterday. It is a loss that I can not quite relay to you. I sit here in the darkness of the parlor staring at his mortal remains. Memories flood my mind of days long ago. Days of his youth. Holding his hand in mine as we would take…

  • ABHORRENCE of War

    Abhorrence of War A counterweight to the article published on this site, called “Acceptance of War “ CLICK HERE TO SEE THIS ARTICLE Firstly, I welcome civilized, constructive debate, and I applaud our WH member “Faxe ” for taking me up on my Internet challenge to post his thoughts on Writers Harbor. He has done…

  • Gedicht voor Pa

    Poem written in Dutch, in remembrance of my father (1927-2010) also to be found in the local undertaker’s portfolio of suitable poems Pa, Je leven begon even voor de jaren dertig Als kleuter was je toen drie Aan de hand van Bomma Victorine Ging je graag naar tekenfilms zien. Met Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck en…

  • Please Tell Me Why

    Tell me what this is about. How can this be so? 31 deaths mean nothing to you. Yes you give a pause and a tear, but they are not real. You brought a photographer along, For your own gain. From triple A to double A. Best country in the world is thrown under a bus.…

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