August 3rd, our wedding
Dayton Ohio
a precious, special day
destroyed by our nation’s obsession
a note under the door
“…the hotel is on lockdown…
…mass shooting downtown…”
30 seconds of shooting
26 people shot
9 of them dead
i puked green bile
we made our calls
make sure our party is ok
We inaugurated our marriage in blood
under the scars and stripes
with my hand over my heart
i vow to not lose sight
there’s a secret inside my wife
he’s two months along
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come on man, stay strong
our honeymoon is surreal
a juxtaposition of bliss/
terror/
hesitant joy…
the US is actually beautiful
road tripped from LA
to Joshua Tree and beyond
the infinite desert sky
i pray on my knees
to the milky-way
thank you God for this borrowed life
“there’s a sleeping hope inside us,
just waiting to be released.”
the words are a gift
my hand writes what my mind receives
there is Power in words
ingrained in mental stone
complacency is not an option
let my voice be known
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My name is Marty McCahill and I live in Chicago with my wife and one-year-old son. I’m a graduating senior at DePaul and will begin Grad school at DePaul in the fall of 2021. I mostly write creative non-fiction or biographical fiction in the form of song, poetry, and short story.