Elevens
I have somewhere
A piece of heavy olive drab in care
Wrapped ‘round himself to bear
Grandfather over there
C L Couch
Florida Memory – Unidentified WWI soldier, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=38793228
clcouch123
In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.
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November 15, 2019 at 9:42 am
in so few lines, i felt the weight. like a prologue of a book i wish to read one day.
November 17, 2019 at 6:51 pm
my grandfather served in Europe in World War I, so I guess this is a prologue to that story–thanks for rendering this that way!
November 18, 2019 at 3:45 am
oh. this lit up my love for historical fiction. there are so much story about those who were birth before us. 🙂