Decoration Day

Touch the Sky  — Photographer Rachel Baran


Decoration Day
10 Words Only

What’s done is done. Therein lies the rub, the truth.


“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
― Plato

Leonard Cohen recites “In Flanders Fields by John McCrae.   Blank


In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.



Playing With Fire — Photography by Eleanor



Lit my last cigarette
With a match
That could never be
Struck again.
I stood as black carbon
Final indifference —
Kerosene and gasoline;
Fanning the flames
Hiding high crimes
All the while
Whitewashing ugly pretty.

Now Mesmerized:
Once paralyzed
I had memorized
Sermons from the book,
“Unwritten Rules”.
Blank be the pages
From whence they came;
Ink knows no shade
Shame never names names
Silent, stands forever.

Hindsight realized:
Rulers lie.
Never wake
Holders of landmines;

Best they go off
In their sleep.
Lithium chloride
Fueled the carmine fire;
Char licked misery
A scorched mystery;
North winds flared
Caring innocence
Far away.


“There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.”      Dream
― Vincent van Gogh     Saga

 Hozier — “Arsonist’s Lullabye”