I eventually went on to write 75 Terra Strains mini-poems, none kept, many in forgotten small press magazines. I could probably find 10-15 of them. My time spent in Bellair was not that good, but I did make friends my own age, and some much older whom I knew I would never meet again. One piece dates this entire thing. Bus was a fellow who a bunch of us helped dig a ditch, and he spoke matter-of-factly about our ages. This was still the Cold War, and he fully expected there to be nuclear missiles in the air in our lifetimes. Not his. Ours.
Sunday, November 4, 2018
BACK TO BELLAIR, PROSE NO PHOTOS
I eventually went on to write 75 Terra Strains mini-poems, none kept, many in forgotten small press magazines. I could probably find 10-15 of them. My time spent in Bellair was not that good, but I did make friends my own age, and some much older whom I knew I would never meet again. One piece dates this entire thing. Bus was a fellow who a bunch of us helped dig a ditch, and he spoke matter-of-factly about our ages. This was still the Cold War, and he fully expected there to be nuclear missiles in the air in our lifetimes. Not his. Ours.
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