5/18/2018 4 Comments Poetry By Matt BorczonAnxiety #2 Most days I am just where I am still sitting in nightmares soaked in rain like crows on powerlines like horses rode until they need shot like unclaimed children and wounded soldiers I rot in a city I swore I'd leave back before life beat me into a corner before it threw my heart against the wall and the war spooked me back into this burning barn I am too afraid to leave. Drill weekend Putting on the uniform sometimes feels like putting your fathers slap back across your face like walking back into the night you found her in bed with another man like the morning she left you the day you lost your job the night Billy hung himself some days putting on the uniform feels worse than all the all the mornings you still spend wiping dead soldiers blood off your hands. Poetry reading Tonight I'll thread my pain through the eye of a hurricane throwing sand and blood throwing bleach and bones into the world hard enough to knock my house down. Bio: Matthew Borczon is a writer from Erie, Pa. He has published five books of poetry including A Clock of Human Bones thruogh Yellow chair review press, Battle Lines through Epic Rites, Ghost Train through Weasel Press, Sleepless Nights and Ghost soldiers from Grey Boarders press and Capp Road from Nixes mate press. He works as a nurse for adults with special needs and raises four children with his wife.
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HW Bill Sparks
5/19/2018 07:16:35 am
I enjoyed these very much - I served during the Cold War - different Army - different kind of war - thank you for sharing.
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Matthew Borczon
5/20/2018 07:47:52 am
thank you so much for READING, AND THANKS FOR YOUR SERVICE AS WELL.
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Maxwell
5/19/2018 01:51:35 pm
Anxiety #2 ((thumbs up))
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Matthew Borczon
5/20/2018 07:48:43 am
thanks for reading this
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