On a crisp September morning in two-thousand-and-seven,Ashley Wallace awoke at dawn, the sky pale as heaven.Just twenty years old, in her dorm she prepared,For her first day of college, excited yet scared. She straightened her clothes, gathered notebooks with care,The…
On July the fifth, two-thousand eight,David File approached his gate.In Bishopstoke, a village small,He lived alone—yet loved it all. The flats once thrived, alive with cheer,Now weeds and boards were all that’s here.Seventy-two homes stood in a line,But seventy-one were…
One summer night in nineteen-oh-four’s glow,Anna Gray lay restless, soft and low.In a second-floor room at a B & B,her stomach churned from a mince-pie spree. The air was heavy, stale as old tin,no breeze to soothe the ache within.She…
In Edinburgh’s ward back in seventeen eighty-five,A woman lay writhing, barely alive.The Royal Infirmary, grand in its might,Yet her chamber was small, bare, and stark white. She clutched at the bed, her cries filled the air,Sweat poured down her face,…
At two in the morning, December’s cold air,Old Henry Hall climbed the lighthouse stair.Ninety-four years, yet steady and strong,Keeping the light, as he had all along. His comrades lay drunk, in slumber so deep,While Henry alone the night watch did…
At 11:40 on a late autumn day,Chief Jack Schoffall parked his truck by the hay.Beside him was Donald, his trusted right hand,They’d come to assist on this rural farm land. The farmer named Jeffrey was waving with fear,Pointing behind him:…
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…