My name is Tim JohnsonI’m home from the warI’m out at this lighthouseon the Michigan shore.There’s blood on a sidewalknear the Liquor Town store what ripped at my edgesnow cuts to my core.Should not have left collegegone off to Iraqpushed eight ways to Sundayto find...

Spoken:It’s an unusual sight at the Wallflower ball where a band plays a waltz in a moonlit old hall. The floor is deserted, no couples at all just single folks dancing alongside the walls.What wonderful walls at the wallflower ball made of roses and violets and...