What Happened to tiny town times: Insightful movie reveals a "soul sickness"

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Adam G. Perl's Tiny Town Teaser No. 13, Vol. 4

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ACROSS

1. With 4 Across, end of many a riddle
4. See 1 Across
5. Handbag monogram

DOWN

1. “One ___”
2. Letters at sea?
3. Choice for a portrait
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Degree of Difficulty: Possibly the most difficult tiny town times teaser you will do when you do it ...
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Image: Twice change in Inn-keeping back to Bridge House won't be the ... lot out to very move they never seen. I sent them harm in a warmer sledge ...

Last Updated on Friday, 27 November 2015 03:30
 

Tiny Town Teaser No. 13, Vol. 7

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ACROSS

1. Suit-making grp.?
4. With 5 Across, one-time alley worker
5. See 4 Across

DOWN
1. The police may put one out
2. Book jacket bit
3. “___ luck?”
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Degree of Difficulty: Easier inside out of the dark and wet ...
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Last Updated on Thursday, 12 November 2015 17:56
 

Tuesday is Poetry Day at Tiny Town Times: Welcome, Eric Little

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DEATH FROM THE SKY, 1953, by long-time Ithaca artist Salvatore Grippi

In anticipation of Veteran's Day, We offer this work by tiny town correspondent Eric Little ...

 

No Man's Land
I sent up a distress flare
You took for muzzle-flash

After close inspection you
Hauled me to your camp
But only with my white sheet always raised
Round the clock watch and an ankle-brace.

The name on my tags rubbed out by fretting
My uniform all ragged and ill-fitting
I made a poor countryman and seemed to you
More likely spy or mole:
I may have killed the man I seemed to be
Along the road and taken his identity.
Or maybe I was truly who I seemed,
But that seemed unlikely.

So when the cold bit through my clothes
And made me bark, you listened for
A German undertone. You pined for the poor
Man dead along the road, in your mind
In turns pretended I was he, and pressed me
For some sign of his demise and whereabouts.

I lived in no-mans land, a POW
Held captive by my own,
Awaiting pardon, serving time
Prisoner at home still better
Than conscription in a landless regiment.
I waited for the day you might arrive
With some papers, or a settled heart,
To let me know that I am known and free again,
To take my hand and finally take my part.

Last Updated on Tuesday, 10 November 2015 01:23
 


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