Mike Cullinane is a rare New Jersey native who has been writing for most of his life: postcards, letters, poetry, a brief journalism career, and spellbinding corporate presentations. He has previously contributed to The Galway Review, Failed Haiku, Sad Girl Diaries and anthologies published by Moonstone Art Center. After a moderately successful career, he spends most days as the project manager of his own life, serving friends and family when needed, while being mentored by his Grandson.

Debach Charm

She gifted him Debach Charm,
For him to hold on til missions return;
When he flew over Nazi skies, called to arms.

At an airfield carved from Woodbridge farms,
Bomber fleets rose on the propeller’s turn.
She gifted him Debach Charm.

Each time he flew was to her alarm,
A clear heart in town would burn;
When he flew over Nazi skies, called to arms.

Allies separated at the armistice disarm,
George V and Victoria remain taciturn.
She gifted him Debach Charm.

No longer will the 8th Air Corps swarm,
So many dear loves never to return;
When he flew over Nazi skies, called to arms.

Grateful for your shelter from the storm,
Flyers pin pierced heart, never late to learn.
She gifted him Debach Charm;
When he flew over Nazi skies, called to arms.