The Promise

by Lynwood Hughed

Prose


The Hand of God in Vietnam

by Max Riekse

Prose


THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Thank You America

by david staffa

Prose


Early Jade of Morning

by Frank Mattson

Poem


A Painting Still

by Dean Glorso

Poem


VISITING RASCALS

By Lee Wells, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Yes, that ""ism"" seems to hang around too much.
Yes, of course, old ""itis"" comes along to keep in touch.
But when they both come to visit at the same time,
they surely do nothing to make my heart chime.
They also confuse me. Just which is to blame?
I think they enjoy playing this aching old game.
I'd be happy if they didn't choose the same field,
and that one to the other, they would just yield!
This surely has nothing to do with old age,
though maybe I can lose them if I turn the page.
Then I might confuse them and become free.
Some say ""confused."" This surely can't be me!
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"Yes, that ""ism"" seems to hang around too much.
Yes, of course, old ""itis"" comes along to keep in touch.
But when they both come to visit at the same time,
they surely do nothing to make my heart chime.
They also confuse me. Just which is to blame?
I think they enjoy playing this aching old game.
I'd be happy if they didn't choose the same field,
and that one to the other, they would just yield!
This surely has nothing to do with old age,
though maybe I can lose them if I turn the page.
Then I might confuse them and become free.
Some say ""confused."" This surely can't be me!

CLIP CLOP, CLIP CLOP

by Donald Conway

Prose


Hanging Tough Is Tough

by George Kulas

Prose


Thank You America

by david staffa

Prose


So this is Memorial Day

by Paul Nyerick

Prose


Welcome to the Suck

by Korby Rhodes

Prose


Early Jade of Morning

by Frank Mattson

Poem