Labyrinth, rapture, salvo. The release, all at once, a rack of rockets, a salve. Dismantling the elk nest, ants in the scaffolding of our bed. Of ruin. Of run. Of our mouths—like mountains—damp and dancing with silence. The first story…
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Labyrinth, rapture, salvo. The release, all at once, a rack of rockets, a salve. Dismantling the elk nest, ants in the scaffolding of our bed. Of ruin. Of run. Of our mouths—like mountains—damp and dancing with silence. The first story…
At the Columbia Journal, we believe that the stories and voices of service members and civilians affected by war should be circulated and contemplated. Today marks our third Veterans Day Special Issue. We hope to honor those who have served,…
I came back from Vietnam with a chest full of medals and a head full of nightmares, a full-blown case of post-traumatic stress disorder, the dreaded PTSD. I can’t count the number of times I’ve woken up from a deep…
My sign turns heads. Some cars slow, most pass but all read. TO WAR VIA LA USMC
Unrung Bells Good Housekeeping reports the most popular novel the year of my birth, Miracle of the Bells, told a story about a second-rate actress who died playing Joan […]
SOLDIER DOWN Under the sun umbrella on the patio deck, fanning herself to keep the heat off, Milly reads correspondence from long ago. “These dog days in New Britain are […]
The Big Red One I stepped out of the hotel where Georgia O’Keeffe lived in New York City and into the urban canyon. The blue light of the clear skies […]
At Columbia Journal, we believe the stories and voices of our service members should be celebrated within creative communities and circulated among the people for whom they served. In honor […]
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