Friday, June 12, 2026
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Wednesday, May 6, 2026
More Stories from Camp Frederick: The Art of Erich Pahlow
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| Some of the collection of 18 original paintings by Erich and Johanna Pahlow. |
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| More of the collection of 18 original paintings by Erich and Johanna Pahlow. |
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| The rest of the collection of 18 original paintings by Erich and Johanna Pahlow. |
Monday, April 20, 2026
Poem #12: Poem for Eddie
Eddie had a choice between life and drinking
And being drunk chose him: “The only thing I like to do is drink”
He laughed, dying one swig at a time
Eddie and Jonathan drank together, beginning at age 16
Then, at the bitter end of a decade, hospital beds and long wires
And dialysis, Eddie holding his mother’s hand
Detached retinas floating in thin pools of red
Searching for Jonathan—who himself feared death by bottle
At the time and certain if not Eddie, then him
Blood coagulating to a languid paste
Jaundiced fingers reaching—when Jonathan kissed Eddie
Goodbye, skin from Eddie’s forehead
Came off on Jonathan’s lips
Jonathan recovered from drinking one day
His best friend all dust and cautionary tales
Eddie had a decent job in voting booth technology
His dream to ease the burden for others to choose
"Poem for Eddie," copyright 2026 Amelia Cotter (first published in Gut Punch Literary Journal: Issue 1: Heartbreak, 2025)
Monday, April 6, 2026
Poem #11: Illusion of Heaven
Red star, heart-shaped
Hangs from my ceiling and catches the light
Color of blood, essence of passion
A treasure to me and a symbol of love
Is dull to the touch, no trace of warmth
Tears at the surface and infects within
If was eaten, would make me ill
But shimmers and evokes hunger still
Facets sparkle, magic was there
Disappointment hangs now and blackens the night
Faux star, sky my ceiling
Glow bright once more and restore the firmament.
"Illusion of Heaven," copyright 2026 Amelia Cotter (most recently published in Illinois State Poetry Society Member Poems, 2024)
Sunday, March 1, 2026
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Monday, February 2, 2026
Haiku #21: Chicago
"Chicago," copyright 2026 Amelia Cotter (first published in Lines of Communication: a poetry anthology, 2025)
Monday, December 22, 2025
Explore More with Amelia #8: Winter 2025
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| My Uncle Bernie has sent me more than 30 ghost stories in the form of hand-written letters. |
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June 13, 2026
Wednesday, December 17, 2025
Christmas Around the World and Holidays of Light!
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Friday, October 10, 2025
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Friday, June 20, 2025
Explore More with Amelia #7: Summer 2025
| Oskar Cotter Pollock, 2007 (?)-2025. |
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| The Couch Tomb was built in 1858 for wealthy hotel owner Ira Couch and sits today on the grounds of the Chicago History Museum. |
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| Clown around and find out. |
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Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Poem #10: Andy
That’s where he lives, or dwells, or is
Absent the rolling hills on a terminal moraine
Beyond us, my muse, a small wooden square
Within a house, a house:
A crooked, dilapidated place and a ghost I never see
An encounter I dread and long for
To chase and be chased forever
My greatest obsession: possession
Staring back, my muse, from the abyss into me
"Andy," copyright 2025 Amelia Cotter (first published in Highland Park Poetry Winter Muses’ Gallery, 2025)
Monday, February 3, 2025
Haibun #6: The Great Fire
The Great Fire
My grandmother was a pilot when she was young and flew light aircraft. I have a photo of her from the 1940s standing proudly next to her plane. She was a dreamer. The story my mother tells is that my grandmother was poor and deemed unworthy of marrying my grandfather. My grandfather is remembered as a war hero who was shot in the head on D-Day, survived, and earned a Purple Heart.
big sky
prairielands reach
a time before I was born
They lived in a modest neighborhood outside of Washington, D.C., and had five children together, as good Catholics did in those days. My grandfather worked long hours at a grocery store, and he drank. A lot. For years, his doctor told him if he didn’t change, he’d have a heart attack. And he did. Twice. The second one sent him falling off the bed in the middle of the night. He hit his head on a dresser, waking everyone in the house. My mother, who was 16, came running and cradled him as he lay dying.
sliver of crescent moon
over tallgrass prairie…
a kingbird’s solitary perch
He left my grandmother with four children at home, one fighting a new war in Vietnam, and no money. Later in her life, my grandmother wrote a poem about how all she ever wanted was to be with him. She lived with my parents when I was a baby, took care of me while they worked, and died when I was five in a nursing home.
across a shimmering plain
wildflowers bend
into the prairie wind
"The Great Fire," copyright 2025 Amelia Cotter (first published in Bronze Bird Review, 2024)
Thursday, October 31, 2024
Ghost Story #7: The Virgin Mary Medal
I Corps, Quang Ni Province, Vietnam, 1967
The month is late March 1967, and I am about to complete my third month of a 13-month combat tour. My platoon, reinforced, approximately 45 Marines and one corpsman, have been assigned to guard two artillery units—one is a U.S. Army 175 M.M. mobile howitzer unit, and the other is a South Korean 155 M.M. mobile howitzer unit.
In an attempt to keep myself clean, I would draw fresh water from a well inside our lines. The water was not for drinking, as I would take a bucket of water up and behind our squad tent, bird bath, and clean my jungle utilities. On one such occasion, I approached the well with rifle and bucket in hand. I was only a PFC then, had filled sandbags all day, and it was about 4:30 a.m. Suddenly, I saw a flash as light reflected off of something shiny and small! I thought perhaps an enemy soldier had gotten through the barb-and-razor wire and had booby-trapped the well! Upon further investigation, I could see a small metal object. I blew the sand away and found a Sacred Heart medal with the Blessed Virgin Mary on the other side. After my bath, I put the medal on my dog tag chain!
I ate my C-ration dinner and went to my assigned bunker for security watch for the night. Amelia, I have shared this story with only a few since 1967. Two Marines shared a bunker so one could rest on occasion! The days and nights all ran together back then, 53 years ago, at age 19.
That night, I noticed I could see and hear better than ever. I could smell better and had a sixth sense!
An inner voice told me that I would not be killed in Vietnam, although I was wounded on three separate occasions—April 12, May 18, and June 20, 1967. The enemy tried to overrun us that evening but were unsuccessful!
The next day, I noticed my Lieutenant, squad leader, and fire team leader all looked at me in an unusual way. They said I looked different; I had changed. I felt I had begun a relationship with the Blessed Virgin Mary! And then, it all began, after we left the artillery outfit (30 days) and returned to our regular Alpha Company.
On day patrols, I could sense we were going to be ambushed, and we were! I told my squad leader every time I had the feeling, and then it would occur, until Corporal Mac finally asked me not to tell him anymore!
I felt wolflike with my senses, and noticed two other Marines had the same abilities, as they could see at night, hear like me, had senses like me, and had no apparent fear of death. The three of us became inseparable, and our officers took note! Soon the three of us were “walking point,” day and night, for the Alpha Company (150 Marines), 1st Battalion (600 Marines), and 7th Marine Regiment (2,000 Marines)!
The enemy felt we were dangerous and put a bounty on our heads, $500, ha! Pencil-drawn pictures of us began to appear on trees and fences! But as long as we remained together, it seemed you could not kill us. We got wounded together but stayed healthy.
The three of us once walked point for the 7th Marine Regiment, a round trip of 80 miles on a World War II Chinese paved road into the area of the North Vietnamese 2nd Division area, only to see tigers and elephants! We were lucky and blessed!
We should never have survived what we did. I got two battlefield promotions, one to Corporal, and one to Sergeant. And, in all their wisdom, the new officers separated us! On October 8, 1967, Sergeant Carl Boudreaux (The Fox) was wounded so badly he was rotated to the States, and I was not with him. On February 6, 1968, Sergeant Robert Ewoldt (Shorty) was killed in action, and I was not with him!
Sergeant Boudreaux did recover and passed away in July 2015. He lived a good life until the old wounds, and Agent Orange, finally took their toll. He was 67 years old.
I lost the medal in March 1967 while water skiing on the Severn River in Maryland. I tried to retrieve the medal as it sunk like a one cent piece! I could see the Blessed Virgin Mary’s face as she sank into the abyss of that river over 50 years ago! The meaning I placed on losing the medal was that Mary had guarded and protected me for several years and she felt I could make it on my own from there.
–B.W.M.
"The Virgin Mary Medal," copyright 2024 Bernard W. Masino and Amelia Cotter (first appeared in The Haunted Letters: True Tales from a Ghost-Storied Life, 2013 and 2020)
Friday, September 20, 2024
Explore More with Amelia #6: Fall 2024
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Wednesday, May 1, 2024
Haiku #20: old loves
old loves…
barnacles encrust
a collapsing pier
"old loves," copyright 2024 Amelia Cotter (first published in Frogpond 43.3, 2020)
Monday, April 1, 2024
Poem #9: Stellar Nebula
People used to mistake me for a boy when I was a child. At times I felt like I was.
I found myself disparaged for being a girl—and a boy.
“What, are you crying? Looks like you’re learning how to be a woman.”
“Men have needs, Amelia.”
“All men are pigs.”
I was almost raped—wasn’t I?—but was told I was not assaulted.
I was eight and didn’t know how to explain what he did.
The doctor examined my body in the wrong place.
No one wanted to feel guilty or sorry for themselves.
Besides, he was just a boy.
At 19, I was deemed the man in a relationship with another woman.
Everyone laughed at the funny joke.
I came out “straight” a few years later.
I dieted and lost pounds to shed what I, and certainly others, felt were remnants of my masculinity.
I entertained some bad men in my quest to prove myself a good woman.
Erroneous badges of honor. And still I carry that weight.
But I wanted to feel beautiful as a woman, and I did.
I’m a wife now, to a man. He’s “one of the good ones.”
I marshal us through the vastness, through the darkness of this life that I live for them.
All for them.
Monday, March 18, 2024
Explore More with Amelia #5: Spring 2024
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Thursday, February 1, 2024
Haiku #19: apparitions
The title haiku from apparitions was originally published on Soka City's website as part of their annual Soka Matsubara (Big Bonsai Road) International Haiku Competition. In honor of February being National Haiku Writing Month, or NaHaiWriMo, here it is again:
apparitions
before me
endless, sky of stars
"apparitions," copyright 2024 Amelia Cotter (Honorable Mention, Soka Matsubara International Haiku Competition, 2020)
Monday, January 1, 2024
Haiku #18: blue planet
blue planet
the depth
of our dream to fly
"blue planet," copyright 2024 Amelia Cotter (most recently published in Fractured by Cattails: The Haiku Society of America 2023 Members’ Anthology, 2023)
Friday, October 27, 2023
Stories from Camp Frederick: German World War II POWs in Frederick, Maryland, Part 4
October is German-American Heritage Month and one of the topics I'm contacted about frequently is the history of German World War II POW camps in Maryland. I studied German and History at Hood College in Frederick, Maryland, where I researched and have subsequently written several articles and papers on this topic. This article series has been shared over the course of four weeks, ending this week with the "Conclusion" and "Bibliography." Variations of this article series have appeared in Frederick Magazine, German-American Journal, and on the German Pulse website. I look forward to resharing it now, with revisions, and keeping this dialogue, research, and these stories alive:
Conclusion
Through the summer of 1945 to the spring of 1946, most of the German POWs in Maryland were sent back to Fort Meade, and eventually, home. Almost all of the 32,800 prisoners in the tri-state area were gone by August of 1946, except those who had violated military law or were in the hospital. An article from the Frederick News-Post from November 29, 1945, suggests that the camp may have had plans to shut down earlier, but had decided to remain open at least until January 1, 1945, after “work contracts for the use of some 200 Germans had been renewed for 30 days.”
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| Photo by former camp guard Charles P. Wales of Frederick P.W. Camp #6, also known as Camp Frederick. Read more here. |
Already on November 14, 1946, former POW Peter Siegfried Muetzel wrote to Quynn Orchard in Frederick, “requesting a copy of a picture of him and three friends taken November 1945 in Frederick.” At the time the letter was written, Muetzel was serving as a POW in an English camp, but wrote of wanting to return to the United States someday, where he had seen the Ringling Brothers Circus with his parents prior to the war.
Ironically, some of the prisoners had visited the United States before the war and even had relatives or friends who had settled in the area in previous generations. Frederick itself was settled by Germans more than 250 years ago, and now these young men who had ties of various kinds to the area or this country were being held there as prisoners. On the other side, enemy soldiers—who had fought for a government responsible for some of the most horrible atrocities in history—seemed to be inundating Frederick. Personal accounts from both sides paint a picture that, while distrust and fear were present on both sides, these soon gave way to curiosity, friendship, and mutual benefits of various kinds.
As stated before, this may not have been true of all POW camps across the United States during World War II and certainly does not reflect the horrific treatment of Japanese Americans incarcerated at internment camps around the same time. For the purposes of this article and research, it appears that the life of a German POW at Camp Frederick may have been marked by some degree of ethnic and racial privilege. Ultimately, under the circumstances, it seems the contact between German POWs and American soldiers and civilians in the small city of Frederick, Maryland, demonstrated to both sides the importance of viewing their “enemies” as people like themselves.
Bibliography
Brooks, Nelson. “POW Camp Revisited 20 Years Later,” The Post (February 17, 1967): 21.
Burdette, Dolly M. “Remembers local WW II POW camp and its prisoners,” Frederick News-Post Online, http://www.fredericknewspost.com/sections/display.htm?StoryID=32630; accessed 16 February 2004.
Conn, Elizabeth. “Local Responses: Excerpts from the Richard Lebherz World War II Letters Collection,” The Journal of the Historical Society of Frederick, Maryland (Spring 2007): 44-49.
“County Residents Recall Camp For POWs Here,” Frederick County Historical Society (February 16, 1967): 1, 5.
Doxzen, Duane. “A Brief History of Frederick’s Prisoner of War Camp,” The Journal of the Historical Society of Frederick, Maryland (Spring 2007): 34-43.
“50 years ago: January 4, 1945,” Frederick News-Post (January 4, 1995).
“50 years ago: November 29, 1945,” Frederick News-Post (November 29, 1995).
“50 years ago: May 23, 1946,” Frederick News-Post (May 23, 1996).
“50 years ago: November 14, 1946,” Frederick News-Post (November 14, 1996).
Fortney, Sarah. “Frederick’s POWs,” Frederick News-Post (January 15, 2007): A1, A12.
Gillis, Christopher C. “A German P.O.W. Remembers Camp Frederick,” Frederick Magazine (November 1992): 8-9.
Grosvenor, Sara. “Former POW returns for visit,” Frederick News-Post, Frederick (July 30, 1980): A-3.
Hammond, Helen. “Remembering World War II: The year the Nazis came to Frederick,” Frederick Magazine (June 1996): 28-31.
Hershberger, Mayetta. Letter to Richard Lebherz, Frederick County Historical Society (October 4, 1944).
Holl, Richard E. “Axis Prisoners of War in the Free State, 1943-1946,” Maryland Historical Magazine 83, no. 2 (Summer 1988): 142-156.
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May, George. “Where, Oh Where, Was That German POW Camp?” The News (February 15, 1967).
“POW Camp Near City Part Of Fort Meade,” Frederick County Historical Society (February 18, 1967).
Pugh, Caroline Tatum. “Remembering the ‘Frederick Hilton,’” Frederick Magazine (June 1996).
Spaur, Michael L. “What’s in the Name? Old Camp Road,” The Post (August 30, 1979): B-10.
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Thomas, Mrs. B.O., Sr. Letter to Richard Lebherz, Frederick County Historical Society (November 9, 1944).
Wales, Charles P. “P.W. Branch Camp #6: A Photo Essay,” The Journal of the Historical Society of Frederick, Maryland (Spring 2007): 4-33.
“War Prisoners Wouldn’t Work: Those Here Put on Bread, Water Diet,” Frederick County Historical Society (September 10, 1944).
Waters, Ed, Jr. “A POW camp near U.S. 40A,” Frederick News-Post (February 2, 2004): 12, 16.
"Stories from Camp Frederick: German
World War II POWs in Frederick, Maryland," copyright 2023 Amelia Cotter (variations
of this article series first appeared in Frederick Magazine and German Pulse in 2012, and in German-American Journal in 2009)





















