Oh the flames Whipping wild at city gates In Rome and Beijing and Cleveland Frightening the old Half cold in their graves And surrounding...

by Wick Fields Every night I'm revived From the day's incursions By the language of the dead Because I'll tell you this No army can march...

by Wick Fields There isn't enough time To express the wholeness of things There is only time To survive the blast.

by Wick Fields There is so much I'd like to tell you About the shape of this earth About the strength of your skull But the flames, they...

by Wick Fields I'm not terribly well bred My family, both sides, were just folks They worked the fields of Georgia Sold moonshine up by...

by Wick Fields There are things I cannot speak of Things regarding my youth And the friends I knew then And what happened to those...

by Wick Fields If I could reach back in time And grab my own arm Say, at the age of 23 or so I'd do it I'd seize it and I'd whisper in my...

by Wick Fields Dear friends We have seen so very much together We have witnessed cruelty together We have watched heads roll together We...

by Wick Fields Before the missiles come Let us pay tribute To the perfect androids we almost were Who dreamed perfect deathless dreams...

by Wick Fields We tend to look back At the seasons of our lives And light them warmly With our remembrance of them. What we forget is...

by Wick Fields Somewhere down that road There is an old friend waiting by a fire He knows you all too well And he's ready to laugh with...

by Wick Fields Fletcher Hammond woke that morning with a great desire for cigars -- more accurately, he woke with a great physical need...

by Wick Fields In 1958, after seeing Stanley Kubrick's "The Killing", Marlon Brando was so impressed with the young director that he...

by Wick Fields Last night I woke to find Kurt Vonnegut sitting in my living room, smoking, his long frame slouching at the end of my...