Update: I've decided to self publish a poetry collection through Lulu until I can find a major publisher. I will be working on the book this coming week. If you're interested in a copy, send me a private message . This collection will have final drafts of many poems on the HUB and some you've never seen before. I'm very excited about this and, even though self publishing is not the same as being published, it'll still be nice to see my books in print and, possibly, in book stores. thank you all for your kind support. View the original here THE BATTLE OF BUNK BED RIDGE The little green men were made of plastic and fashioned like heroes from world war two. Some held bazookas. Others: mortars. Machine guns. Pistols. Mine sweepers. Hand grenades, molded in constant readiness. Some drove tanks. Others crawled through imaginary mud. They all stood on feet, or crouched with knees, melted to plastic stands. Some took shelter behind sandbags. The brave...
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