Early Jade of Morning

by Frank Mattson

Poem


Too Late

by Tony Craidon

Poem


A Painting Still

by Dean Glorso

Poem


Created Equal?

by Richard Wangard

Prose


Having a Baby in the Navy: A Memoire

by Deborah Welch

Prose


The Voice

by John Muza

Prose


HEALING

By Timothy Sheridan, Army

Writing Type: Poem

My heart is full of melting regrets,
Like a flock of margarine jets
That flew too close to the sun.

My eyes are burning off the tears,
Like a brain that’s cooked for years
And finally realizes that it’s done.

The fear has gone from my face,
Like a leper in a self embrace.
I can’t hurt myself anymore.

My life’s becoming round and whole,
Like a body that’s found its soul.
I finally came home from the war.

Green and Gold

by Scott Sjostrand

Poem


Too Late

by Tony Craidon

Poem


Imaginary Dragon

by Daniel Adjei

Poem


A Painting Still

by Dean Glorso

Poem


Just Plain Lost

by Richard Wangard

Prose


Having a Baby in the Navy: A Memoire

by Deborah Welch

Prose