Bus ride

He was wearing the cap decorated with pins, like many of them do. I walked down the aisle and sat next to him. I extended my hand out, thanked him for his service and told him my dad also served in Vietnam. He fiercely stared at me, then his wrinkled hand slowly welcomed mines. He…

Firsts

He slowly shuffles into the office, his left leg a step behind him. At the previous visit, wrinkled hands rolled up the leg of his pants to show me the long ravine scars. “One remindah, even tho I no like remembah,” he said. “Vietnam wen fuck me up real good.” We both sit down, and…

Endless summer

I wish for an endless summer, thinking about time passing as my Baby grows up. It’s Labor day, doing time at the beach, families and picnics all around. It’s the end of summer, and the third of the four seasons begin. I think of Fall, and it brings me back to memories of the forty…

This website uses cookies to offer you a better browsing experience. By browsing this website, you agree to its use of cookies.