Poetry

Submitted by Brant Parker The half boy…. half man joined to fight and do what he felt was right The boy had no understanding of the real world and trains…

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…

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…

Submitted by Ron Nash She smiles as she hands him his coffee He kisses her hand and says he’s so lucky She lovingly smooths down his hair He’s happy that…

Submitted by Molly Nessler Tap, Tap Tap, Tap Morning rain pelted the tin overhang of her small apartment. She stood naked, her image reflected in the floor length mirror. She…

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,…

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…

Submitted by Ron Nash Monsoons sodden tiger-fatigues and boots, miserable respite three days, rest and relaxation. The village secure, simmering tubs, cigars, alcohol, and cannabis muddled thoughts of dying. Girl-son’s…

By Brant Parker The old warrior, a fierce fighter… Answered the call of his country in two wars, battle-war-torn, he served his time in hell… He returned heavy laden with…