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…
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…
Tribute to a Caregiver
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…
Shattered, Life on the Edge
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…
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,…
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…
G. I. Candy
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…
The Old Warrior
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…
Bottled Music
Written by Lisa Williams “Hello,” a deep female alto voice spoke out. “Rub-A-Dub-Dub. Can you hear me,” she asked? The startled woman looked around her living room and did not…
Harold and Milo
Written by: DeAnna Erdmann “You’re the guy from the news, aren’t you? The one who lost his wife in the house fire and whose kid has leukemia?” asked the woman.…