Lost Child

Submitted by Ron Nash In wee hours when darkness cloaks his room the ghosts come haunting. Flickering candlelight dancing shadows on walls, horrorstricken from it all. Enshrouded memories, confounded moments…

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a mother’s lament

By: Ron Nash I bought new stringsunaware you needed shoesif I’d only seenthe tattered soul No time, toiling aloneendless hoursto give you thingshappiness Gothic clothesaustere musicattic windowspainted blackyou called it…

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The Wolf Pack

Submitted by Brant Parker Those who served will understand the wolf pack… A brotherhood, we had each other’s back. You mess with the pack…you get attacked We were fearless, death…

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Night Ambush

Submitted by Ron Nash Daylight fades…darkness hushed stillness impatiently waiting weapons ready raging adrenaline flows overtaxed souls. Suitably trained Rangers! America’s cream plotting…planning certain death, jungle warfare. Dense timberland concealment,…

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Words

Submitted by Felicia (Izzy) Kennedy What if my words didn’t have to be safe for other people? I would shout, cuss and tell the world men are animals who prey…

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