At ten o’clock on a September night,Two divers crawled in desperate fright.Roger, twenty-four, and Peter near thirty,Hands and knees scraped, rushing, dirty. Their home was no flat, no city floor,But a metal box with a watertight door.Two hundred miles from…
At seven sharp, that autumn night,Young Frederick took his maiden flight.From Melbourne’s glow, he soared away,Toward King Island, across the bay. A dreamer’s heart within his chest,To be a pilot was his quest.Though Air Force doors had closed him out,His…
On an August morn in twenty-eighteen,Vladimir stepped where few had been.A taxi left him on a road so bare,The Alaskan wild—no soul lived there. With phone and charger, oatmeal too,A backpack stuffed with clothes he knew.The driver asked, “Are you…
At 8:30 p.m., August twentieth, ‘10,An old man named Jong took a walk once again.Through New Taipei’s streets, he strolled in the night,Returning to his daughter’s place, warm and bright. Outside stood a lamp with a poster displayed,A missing woman’s…
One spring in Taiwan, back in ’59,A man named Wu biked through sunshine.A civil engineer, strong and spry,But this day his speed was do-or-die. His wife had fallen dreadfully ill,He raced the road, heart iron-willed.Yet strangely heavy his cycle became,As…
Early dawn on a winter day,Sixteenth of Feb, the year 2020 in play,A woman named Fei, coat crimson bright,Stepped from a store with snacks in sight. Her life was simple, her habits the same,Each morning repeated, a predictable game.Buy some…
In Kuala Lumpur’s quiet night,July second, the moon shone bright,Maslin Idris paced the floor,A meeting planned, behind closed door. A politician, proud yet tense,His power fading, influence dense,He dreamed to rule, the highest seat,But feared his reign might face defeat.…
In Tel Aviv, on a winter’s day,The rain and hail came fierce to stay.January fourth, just past half one,The sky was dark, no sign of sun. Stav Harrari, just twenty-five,With Dean, her love, so full of life,Peered through glass where…
One crisp October morning in two-thousand fifteen,A receptionist typed on her computer screen.At a sports medicine center in Birmingham town,She checked Dr. Andrews’ schedule up and down. Dr. James Andrews, a surgeon so famed,With athletes and stars his skills were…
In April’s chill of ’48,On Arctic land in frozen state,A band of hunters, Inuit kin,Set forth where icy coasts begin. With spears in hand, through snow they tread,To hunt where seals and walrus fed.But in their path, an icy hillBlocked…