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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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…

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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…

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