Einschlägiges Gedicht aus der Vergangenheit

Der Krieg wird nicht mehr erklärt,sondern fortgesetzt. Das Unerhörteist alltäglich geworden. Der Heldbleibt den Kämpfen fern. Der Schwacheist in die Feuerzonen gerückt.Die Uniform des Tages ist die Geduld,die Auszeichnung der armselige Sternder Hoffnung über dem Herzen. Er wird verliehen,wenn nichts mehr geschieht,wenn das Trommelfeuer verstummt,wenn der Feind unsichtbar geworden istund der Schatten ewiger Rüstungden Himmel…

Tuna Salad and a Coke

Last night I had a dream I drove by my old childhood house in a white 1966 Shelby GT350 and picked my mother up for lunch. We drove to a decrepit little mom-and-pop diner in my hometown and went inside together. She had been telling me a conversation she had with my aunt about the…

Size Eleven: Part Two

Size Eleven A short story written by Rinn Ever I had been at my distant relatives’ house for only forty-eight hours when they announced the trials. I remember thinking that they must have had this plan collecting dust on the “In Case of Aliens” emergency shelf at Area 51 for years. They’ve just pulled it…

Size Eleven: Part One

Size Eleven A short story written by Rinn Ever I realized with a jolt of the Jeep that I had been daydreaming. It was the first time I could recall that I was not actively consumed with what would happen next. As we drove on, the sky consistently changed colors around us. The deep dark…