Hartford, CT. Great Circus Fire

by George Arnold

Prose


As sniper Beardsley was good at his work

by William Arthur

Prose


CLIP CLOP, CLIP CLOP

by Donald Conway

Prose


THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Hanging Tough Is Tough

by George Kulas

Prose


So this is Memorial Day

by Paul Nyerick

Prose


SEPTEMBER 11

By Mary Stanley, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Buildings fall. Screams of horror pierce the air.
Fear replaces any concept of an ordinary day.
The morning becomes an endless, timeless hell.
The inconceivable impossible is the here and now.
God Chaos has assumed reign over the city.

This can’t happen! It didn’t take place!
A moment ago it was just an ordinary work day.
The airplane was soaring in the blue sky.
People were rushing to work amid the noisy traffic.
Now, nothing familiar. Airplanes replaced the Towers
With mountains of rubble, smoke, fire, horror.
Cries of falling steel disturbed both heaven and earth.

Time has passed, an endless month has been endured.
Through the haze of tears, the agony of being alone.
The grief shared by thousands, hope displaced with despair.

The pervading question- is there a future? Can we go on?
The answer in the affirmative we can survive!
Life did proceed, students did return to schools,
Commerce now slowly approaches a new norm.

We go on, struggling to lift our chins and grit our teeth,
Bravely stumbling on, facing others with a smile,
Hoping they will not see it as a forced grin.
We will ever do our duty, never neglecting
Necessary tasks heavier than yesterday.

Hartford, CT. Great Circus Fire

by George Arnold

Prose


Iam still standing , she is still standing

by Penny Deere

Prose,Photograph,Art/3d


The Promise

by Lynwood Hughed

Prose


CLIP CLOP, CLIP CLOP

by Donald Conway

Prose


Life Was Simpler When I Carried a Duffel Bag

by George Kulas

Prose


Early Jade of Morning

by Frank Mattson

Poem