Veterans from Both Sides

Veterans from Both Sides

Listen to the poems being read, poems being read by Vietnamese women speaking of lost fathers, husbands, and children. Listen to the poems being read, poems being read by Vietnamese men, soldiers who lost loved comrades, soldiers who traveled the Ho Chi Minh trail,...
Untitled

Untitled

By Tom Saal “Go ahead, shoot him!” And they did. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots rang out, And two hundred yards across the paddy dikes the once alive man, slumped, dropped to his knees and feel dead. “Go get the body,” and three of my men did....
Nameless Woman

Nameless Woman

By Tom Saal I remember seeing you with your long, black hair as if it were yesterday. You were standing there waiting for me the next morning. Waiting for me to enter what was left of your village. We had split up, paired up, my men and I, and we had made friends with...
Memories

Memories

By Tom Saal It’s been a long time, almost forty years, Dark nights followed by even darker days Jack, Tom, Henry, Bill, John, Each gone. Their faces forever etched in the mirrors of my mind. It’s been a long time. Jack, whose life ended with the explosion...
Living Room Yoga / Language of the Dog

Living Room Yoga / Language of the Dog

My wife is practicing yoga in our living room, a bare chested, beautiful man, Rodney Yee, directing her every move, on the flat screen TV. A down dog, then, exhale. Push up, upward dog. Jump into a squat. Strongly flex your feet. Open your chest. His yoga mat is...
Strong Hearts

Strong Hearts

By Cindy Gonzalez We are given the name “Strong Hearts” Welcoming them back Gently Like bringing a newborn into the world Carefully Wrapping them in our love Like a mother swaddling her baby Warmth Strong Hearts We listen To the cries of guilt that...