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Sea of Ink

  SEA OF INK H. W. Bryce They ask me, why do I write? I tell them this: I write because I have been thrown Into the Sea of Ink, And life becomes a case of write Or sink. The … Continue reading

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Burn and Burn Alike

And still the Amazone burns… Continue reading

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Not Even a Nurse

  Not even a nurse H. W. Bryce Not even a nurse could do as well Blu mini comp bk of Aug 29-15   The little old lady teetered out of her room into the hallway. Call her Edna. Her … Continue reading

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At the Crossroads

  AT THE CROSSROADS   H. W. Bryce   At the crossroads of last year and the new year, I stand looking back, looking forward. Which shall I be? Last year’s old man, all Worn out and disillusioned, distraught,   … Continue reading

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As Day Precedes Night

  AS DAYS PRECEDE NIGHT H. W. Bryce As days precede night so does laughter silence sorrow –Nancy Ndeke in a poem As days precede night, as the sun transcends darkness, So the internal storm gives way to hugs, expressions … Continue reading

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My Life is Weatherbound

  MY LIFE IS WEATHERBOUND   H. W. Bryce   Red mini comp of Feb 21/21 My life is weatherbound. First, the snow, then the rain, The frost, the sleet, the hail, the sun. Can’t get free of this weather. … Continue reading

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Once We Were Soldiers

  ONCE WE WERE SOLDIERS   H. W. Bryce Once we were soldiers, now we are not… We were wounded. we died; Now it is trouble is all that we got. Once we fought on the battleground, Now we fight … Continue reading

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