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Tags: #ActiveVoice, #CBDissertation, ActVoice.com, Bivona Dissertation, charlesbivona.com, Culture, History, Jersey Poet, Poetry, politics, PTSD, Vietnam, Vietnam Vet, War, Writer, WritingBy Charles Bivona : I’m so exhausted with these gluttonous, hoarding billionaires waltzing around my society with impunity, with this attitude: Well, I’m certainly not going to apologize for my success.
Tags: billionaires, Charles Biovna, Class War, Donald TrumpA small ribbon of water ran down the side of a hill, past a well near my grandmother’s house. I was playing with my cousins. Their callow hands roamed over snow-blown bark, frozen grass and packed snow.
Tags: literature, Sang Lee, Short Story, Trauma LiteratureThey lived in holes, trenched in desperation before the newest WMD—the German Machine Gun. The German bunkers were well-built and well-supplied. German soldiers sat, waited for an English head to pop up, just for a peak, and then…
Tags: #CBDissertation, Bivona Dissertation, War, War Culture, War EconomyBy Charles Bivona | I was supposed to be following my breathing. I was supposed to stare at this white wall—“the emptiness of it”—and silently “count my breaths.” Simple Zazen: Breath in and count one. Breath out and count two. When you reach ten, begin at one again. I was supposed to sit on this hard buckwheat pillow, legs in a half-pretzel pose, and learn to ignore what the Zen Master called my monkey mind—“always fidgeting around!”
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