Poetry: Bulldozers 4 Articles

by Matt Klabacka

A young man with a forgotten past Stared, looking through the hourglass. As weeks became months which turned into years. His dreams had melted away leaving little but fears. He had reached for a future But none was ...read more

by Russell Holder

"Something for nothing" Being free, freedom, is an ideal we've been told is real. but it is the spacial disparity between real and how we feel. Have we been free? We should consider how free we are in conquest: o...read more

by Linda Ann Nickerson

THE BULLDOZER "It's my way or the highway," The rugged dozer growled. And, Saturday through Friday, His steaming engine howled. The smaller trucks and those on foot, He shoved out of his way To dig up dirt and ...read more

by Amanda Renyard

I look out my window there are making a raousecket again quarter to eight they are not far from my door ready to start knocking down the old houowinhnse i once lived in why did i leave that chip pan that night giving myse...read more