One-armed Wrestling
Written by DeAnna Erdmann Harold had worked construction for fifteen years, so it wasn’t a surprise to him when his doctor told him he had a torn rotator cuff and…
The Bus Ride
Written by William Stokes William, a billing rep at the call center of a major cable company, has finished his last shift of the week. Looking forward to a well-deserved…
At Rainbow’s End
Written by Richard McFarland As far back as I can remember people would talk about the Leprechaun's gold at the end of the rainbow. So much so that urban legends…
Monsters
Submitted by Molly Nessler I am haunted by monsters not the kind that live under beds, or stalk in the night I lie awake with monsters in my head. Monsters…
Army Strong
Submitted by: Trina Mioner “Join the Army and see the World” Army strong, more than a slogan, a secure grip, an extended hand, I’d be someone, other than… I would…
Battlefield Cross
Submitted by Ron Nash LZ LaiKhe Huey’s touchdown, warriors return from the fight Glowing golden rays fade beyond mountains, shadow-dance to black like hearts of those who wait. Attention! Somber…
The Quail Hunt
By Trina Mioner A new place, away from family and friends Feelings of isolation, loneliness and the blues Shoot pool to socialize that’s what we do A woman in the…
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…
Half Boy…Half Man
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…
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…