|Crest of Na Clanna Lockhart of the Castle Lee.|
At The Broken-Soul CrossroadsAt The Broken-Soul Crossroads by there-is-no-spoon
Only five Celsius above zero.
They stood at the broken-soul crossroads (her white coat),
the red poppy in his jacket
lest he forgets.
He doesn't give about Remembrance Day,
but she wants him to look patriotic.
Sucking violently on his cigarette,
"I'd like to get to know you better".
They will meet at the aching-heart diner every Tuesday
and have a sandwich,
pulling out the toothpick that holds it together.
His breath comes out in long strands of disabled air,
her hands are at his scarf,
"I do love the texture".
He feels proud. It's his mother's gift, last Christmas.
There's no feature in her face that a grand
Tattooed walls behind them and some
Calculus student walks by.
Winter's not here yet, but he's ready.
With his pretty, black wool coat he'll always be ready.
She stands at the bus stop.
Two perfect strangers.
When A Soldier Returns“Make sure you come back alive” they said.
You’ll be strong.
You’ll be a hero.
We’ll all be proud.
Many times (when I dodged the bullets)
I thought of them never holding me again.
You can’t reach into a casket without spilling tears.
But I did make it.
I was going home.
I did come back alive.
I was a ‘hero’.
But I wasn't strong.
They won’t hold me again (or say how proud they were).
You can’t reach into rubble without spilling tears.
Current Residence: Sonoran Desert, Arizona, USA
Favourite photographer: Usher "Weegee" Fellig
Favourite style of art: I am not an Artist, I am a Journalist. I give you the world with all of it's flaws.
Operating System: Medieval Community.
Favourite cartoon character: Papa MacPoke-Scottish Magazine.
Personal Quote: No man stands taller than when he kneels to help the fallen.