Erich Forschler's Poetry and Prose
These obstinate clouds abuse my sky.
Philistines that they are.
Maybe it’s me.
From white to gold to gray,
as the slothful sun slides heavy down below – 50 more words
I like to play around with the language as I describe things. This isn’t to say I enjoy conjuring up metaphors for the sake of making metaphors. 129 more words
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Welcome to Baghdad, brought to you by Samsung!
I never really thought about all the cell phone advertisements that were there until recently, when I was toggling through some old deployment photos. 308 more words
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The month of October in 2006 was the most chaotic month of my entire life. Chaotic might not even be the right word, but I’m struggling to explain it accurately. 220 more words
I’ve always said that I wanted to go back to Baghdad one day, with the stipulation being that some MAJOR changes had to occur first. I’m pretty sure those changes aren’t going to happen in my lifetime. 297 more words
The darkest night my eyes have ever beheld:
The moon buried deep beneath the Earth,
whose body has labored many births and chaos;
whose body earned such a silent, absent night. 125 more words
Well, there goes the plan of posting these in chronological order. Found a clump of stuff I wrote in 2005 after I thought I had moved on to exclusively 2006 stuff from Baghdad. 376 more words
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