Tag Archives: death

“Let There Be Light….”

Posted on June 25, 2015 by vb guenther

Heat. Firebolt hot. Heat. Light. Thunderstroke bright. Light. Crackle. Sizzle. Pop. Dark. Octopi ink. Dark. Bang. Curtain dropped. Bang. Death. Ancient father covered eyes. Heroic mother pried them open. Sky sequins sparkled. Shadows sheltered. Solitary sentinels saw. Death. Day breaks. … Continue reading →

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“I Hear….”

Posted on November 5, 2014 by vb guenther

“Please leave.” I hear my son’s voice. “I want to be alone with my father.” I hear the talk of strangers. The medical staff. I hear their sounds but do not comprehend their words. The angels of mercy remain. I … Continue reading →

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“My Life in Six Words” #2

Posted on January 21, 2014 by vb guenther

“White dress. War bride. Black dress.” All in white I walked to and from the altar my high school sweetheart clad in khaki beaming by my side. Nine months passed my love came home a flag atop his wooden suit. … Continue reading →

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“Selected Memories From My Photo Album”

Posted on October 10, 2013 by vb guenther

A fingered photo of buddies dressed in drab-hued Scout uniforms. Smudged names inked on top of figures my heart to the memory warms. My friends, proud in black caps and gowns fresh faces with ambitions clear. Who knew some would … Continue reading →

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“Books”

Posted on April 9, 2013 by vb guenther

Today the Americans Are giving us books. Books in our language Books so we can teach More than what the Taliban Wants us to teach. There is to be a ceremony Celebrating the gift To my school. The governor will … 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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“Memory”

Posted on August 30, 2012 by vb guenther

I gaze at the clouds Rolling over me Like giant breakers In a turbulent sea. I shudder As I fear the waters Of the oceans Of the rivers Of the sky. My skin crawls at the memory Of thunderheads Bearing … Continue reading →

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“Riding With The Wind” (Flash Fiction)

Posted on July 9, 2012 by vb guenther

Three o’clock in the morning. I mount my bike. Kick the stand. Throttle her low. And ease away From the station. Hot day behind me. Two murders. A drug bust. My partner shot. In the leg. I envy him. Six … Continue reading →

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