Like brazen limbs astride from land to land ~ our sea-washed sunset is imprisoned ~ the air cries ~ silent, tired, poor ~ yearning to be wretched shore.

The Valentine’s Day Post

I intended to explore some local history for Valentine’s Day. Unfortunately, I took fewer pictures than I would have liked due to inclement weather. However, there is an old speakeasy about ten miles away from where I live. Apparently Al Capone and other gangsters hung out there, as it is halfway between Chicago and Cleveland.

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Wronged Before

she’s all fire and dreams
a palace of tears and
she’s been wronged before
like Brandenburg

I have searched but
there aren’t words

a joyous breach of
loneliness becomes
the wall.

© Ben Ditmars 2014


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