Excerpts from the Anthologies
Excerpts from "On the Homefront: Volume 2" the second anthology from Families of Veterans Writing Workshop, September 2015.
Anywhere But Here
by Amanda Cerreto
He tries to look at the camera; behind it is a friend and brother busting his chops, wanting the Colonel to be captured in his battle rattle. But the sun is blinding, and though he’s been in Kuwait for a few months, he’s still not accustomed to it.
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He’s annoyed and his smile clearly says “get this over with.” But he figures he should let the men under his command have some fun before the worst begins.
by Amanda Cerreto
He tries to look at the camera; behind it is a friend and brother busting his chops, wanting the Colonel to be captured in his battle rattle. But the sun is blinding, and though he’s been in Kuwait for a few months, he’s still not accustomed to it.
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He’s annoyed and his smile clearly says “get this over with.” But he figures he should let the men under his command have some fun before the worst begins.
All About Amine
by Kareem Brown
You hate me. Your friends hate me. Your wife and kids hate me. Your dog hates me.
You should all be a lot more respectful of me because without me, there is no you.
You breathe me day in and day out. I immerse myself in the fiber of the clothes you wear, the linens you sleep on and under.
I make your air fit to breathe but you can barely stand the smell of me and you know what, I don’t care.
by Kareem Brown
You hate me. Your friends hate me. Your wife and kids hate me. Your dog hates me.
You should all be a lot more respectful of me because without me, there is no you.
You breathe me day in and day out. I immerse myself in the fiber of the clothes you wear, the linens you sleep on and under.
I make your air fit to breathe but you can barely stand the smell of me and you know what, I don’t care.
Hairline
by Ekaterina Quinones
From the back seat of our family car, a square Chrysler one of my friends dubbed “the blue shopping cart,” I witness the evolution of my father’s bald spot. It started small, a light brown patch peeking through a forest of black. It grew as I grew, becoming less of a contrast as the surrounding halo of hair thinned and faded away. When he went too long between haircuts, his hair was like the rest of him was back then: Big. The car would rock like a boat when he slid in and out of it.
by Ekaterina Quinones
From the back seat of our family car, a square Chrysler one of my friends dubbed “the blue shopping cart,” I witness the evolution of my father’s bald spot. It started small, a light brown patch peeking through a forest of black. It grew as I grew, becoming less of a contrast as the surrounding halo of hair thinned and faded away. When he went too long between haircuts, his hair was like the rest of him was back then: Big. The car would rock like a boat when he slid in and out of it.
The Collage
by Julie Geisler
It’s about 2 feet by 3 feet, with a stark, gray metal frame around it. Within it are about 40 small black and white images, closely cropped and laid out in a very deliberate yet free-flowing pattern. From a distance, it looks like old newspaper images. Upon closer inspection, however, we see a world of extremes…life during wartime.
It takes time to truly see them all.
by Julie Geisler
It’s about 2 feet by 3 feet, with a stark, gray metal frame around it. Within it are about 40 small black and white images, closely cropped and laid out in a very deliberate yet free-flowing pattern. From a distance, it looks like old newspaper images. Upon closer inspection, however, we see a world of extremes…life during wartime.
It takes time to truly see them all.
Excerpts from "On the Homefront" the first anthology from Families of Veterans Writing Workshop, September 2014.
Just a Paperclip
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Mothballed
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Angela's Story
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