Hanging Tough Is Tough

by George Kulas

Prose


So this is Memorial Day

by Paul Nyerick

Prose


Life Was Simpler When I Carried a Duffel Bag

by George Kulas

Prose


Imaginary Dragon

by Daniel Adjei

Poem


A Painting Still

by Dean Glorso

Poem


Created Equal?

by Richard Wangard

Prose


TOGETHER

By Tom Lowman, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Side by side in rocking chairs,
with streaks of silver in once-golden hair,
they sit in the light of a sunny day.
She turns to him in a tender way.
She says, ""The sun is cascading over the sill
like a waterfall, if you will.
A flight of geese is passing near.""
""Ah yes,"" he smiles. ""I hear them, dear.
They're heading south this time of year.
Leaves are crackling, cold winds blow.
I guess they think it's time to go.""
And he whose eyes had long grown dim
could see the pictures she drew for him.
While she no longer could hear his words,
she read on his lips the sounds of the birds.

THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Hanging Tough Is Tough

by George Kulas

Prose


Early Jade of Morning

by Frank Mattson

Poem


What I'd Like, What I Need

by Allen Burns

Poem


Just Plain Lost

by Richard Wangard

Prose


Big Leon and John"Duke" Wayne

by Rodney Santos

Prose