I’m writing you from a train rolling through the countryside in Northern Italy. I’ve just spent the last two days in Rome, and found myself sad when leaving the historic city this morning. It felt like you were getting an in-person history lesson each time you walked out of a door or turned a corner.Continue reading “Deviazione”
Author Archives: Shaun M. Wilkinson
Soar
I held her close Swearing I would never let go. She took flight In a momentary lapse. She soared through the clouds, Wings beating back resistance. I longed for her return, Coaxing where I may. Yet, I relented in the end For she is more beautiful Soaring above the world Than she ever was inContinue reading “Soar”
Love In Ten Lines
I was scrolling a few evenings ago when I stumbled upon an interesting challenge posted by taehreh; write a poem about love in ten lines. She wrote a beautiful poem, which you can read here. I nearly forgot, but realizing that it is National Poetry Month jogged my memory. I took a bit of aContinue reading “Love In Ten Lines”
Full Tilt
Tilt for the tilt In hopes of the tilt The clang and clattering Of money in the tin Sounding success For the masses to hear Silence prevails Against the backdrop of noise Emotionless digital sound Thrown out in a room of timelessness Blinking lights and nostalgia Rooted in despair The tilt wins Clouding the lossContinue reading “Full Tilt”
D-Day +76 Years
It’s another ambiguous day in the annals of American and military history. Troops and veterans across all branches of the military will stand united to remember the D-Day Landings on Normandy beaches 76 years. Like most days, I struggle with how to remember this day. Sure, we played a part in freeing the Jewish peopleContinue reading “D-Day +76 Years”
Gothik Romantika
Bookmark’d (1st Revision)
-An Inside Look At My Revisions-
I slide a bookmark snug against the last page,
And I start from the beginning.
A Wish to Prolong Butterfly Kisses
I wish upon your brown eyes
That there never is a last time
That there never was a last time
That the story doesn’t end here
A Trip to Hell – Auschwitz
It was surreal. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to finish processing what I saw, but I know that it’ll never be complete without delving into the human side of it… the heart of it… from the pain expressed as much as possible through the pen. (cont.)
Dachau… How?
I used to think “how did the psyche allow complicity to creep in resulting in such barbarous behavior from Germans towards their fellow Germans and fellow man?”
Shaun M. Wilkinson 