From the column: "The three of us (are) strolling through Miller Hill Mall when Dad asks why I brought them to Duluth. We’re ...

I think “vaulting” was intended as a description here, meaning “high” – it was used in a similar context later in the piece – but we should be cautious when using present participles ...

I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. -- Randall Jarrell, "The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner" POOLER, GA.-- I am standing ...

Support journalism that digs deeper into topics that matter most to Arkansans. Donate today to preserve the quality and integrity of local journalism. Philip Martin has been a columnist and critic ...

Add in some guttural screams, and it’s the very definition of malevolent. ‘Wotwududo’ is a more restrained piece, exploring similar sonic concerns, with a more voice-as-instrument approach compared to ...

The words of Dulce et Decorum Est, went off like a ‘landmine’ under his preconception ... He wrote that true poets have a duty to be truthful, which could mean a poet ought not to spare the reader ...

Anyone who has ever had the good fortune to spend some time in Europe knows the news coverage over there of America’s military forays differs drastically from the jingoistic pap one is subjected to ...

A reading of Wilfred Owen's poem, offered as a grandfather's flashback. A reading of Wilfred Owen's poem. The poem is offered as a grandfather's flashback, triggered by a radio broadcast of ...

But I would argue that readers gain deeper meaning if they know the context in which it ... One of several poems he wrote while hospitalized was “Dulce et Decorum Est.” Knowing Owen’s history and ...

Wasteland. Hell… I’m still only in Wasteland. Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker, and every minute my matched opponent Tilby squats in the desert, he gets stronger. Patunka Games, a new ...

Nothing grants a better perspective to this craft and sullen art than to put pen to paper on Memorial Day. It’s assured that anything I could write, much less contemplate, will not do justice to ...