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
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