Category Archives: historical

“Human Cargo”

Posted on June 21, 2014 by vb guenther

The African sun burns deep into my aching back and limbs; it sears my skin, stretched taut over bones weary from gathering crops six days a week; it dries the sweat which flows from the roots of my hair to … Continue reading →

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“A Letter From His Father”

Posted on March 9, 2014 by vb guenther

Jean-Pierre sat alone in the tavern and watched Marie, the barmaid, as she steadied six pitchers of ale against her stomach and chest. She squeezed them tight before filling her fingers with six mugs to deliver to war-weary soldiers who … Continue reading →

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REVERBERATION, THE NOVEL

Posted on December 31, 2013 by vb guenther

  Reverberation, The Novel, is a story of love and friendship, greed and survival set amid the changing social, religious and philosophical mores of early nineteenth-century America. Paperback and ebook available: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005YCZBXK Share this:

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“The Adventure Ends: October 3, 1880”

Posted on December 30, 2013 by vb guenther

The Colorado Mountains surround me as I travel through the Gunnison Valley on my way to Denver. I keep my horse at a slow pace as he’s carrying two bodies: mine and my brother’s. It’s been six months since we … Continue reading →

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“My New Land”: (Epistolary Poem)

Posted on August 17, 2013 by vb guenther

Monrovia, February 28, 1830 Dear James, My new land lies before my eyes Lush green growth from shore to mountains. Deep in the brush, a strange bird cries And water flows from cool fountains. A harbor deep where natives trade And … Continue reading →

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“I Will Die Free”

Posted on July 10, 2013 by vb guenther

(Photo copyright Randy Mazie) My life’s journey will end here, in a wooden box piled high with rocks to hold it down when the rains come. This year of 1830 has brought great change to my life. I have gone … Continue reading →

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“The Promised Land”

Posted on April 3, 2013 by vb guenther

By the Great Tree, Monrovia, Liberia. April the eleventh, 1830. Dear Sir, Fifty-six days at sea with most of our newly-freed black brethren suffering from seasickness, and now that we are in Africa, from the fever. We have lost four … Continue reading →

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“Ode to Kaspar Hauser”

Posted on February 19, 2013 by vb guenther

A boy appeared At the barracks gate A torn letter In his hand. Kaspar Hauser It said His mother is poor His father Is a cavalry man. Soft hands Blistered feet No knowledge Of the world He came From a … Continue reading →

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“1828-1829: Changing Times”

Posted on January 28, 2013 by vb guenther

A little more than forty years after the signing of the Constitution of the United States, the country’s economy is primarily agrarian, however, industrialization is taking root in the cities. Westward expansion is stimulating the development of a national infrastructure and … Continue reading →

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“Journey Back In Time: The Gallows”

Posted on November 28, 2012 by vb guenther

April 4, 1829. I step from the jail Into bright sunlight Which I have not seen Since my trial. My eyes Accustomed To dim shadows And dark corners Burn As I stare At glowing green leaves Fluttering Next to fluorescent … Continue reading →

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