Becky

My Favorite Poem

After A WhileAfter a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning, and company doesn't mean security.And you begin to ...
Posted by Becky on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 04:50:00 PST

Our Soldiers

Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a...
Posted by Becky on Mon, 28 May 2007 04:17:00 PST