Hartford, CT. Great Circus Fire

by George Arnold

Prose


Iam still standing , she is still standing

by Penny Deere

Prose,Photograph,Art/3d


The Hand of God in Vietnam

by Max Riekse

Prose


THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Zipline

by donna zephrine

Prose


A Painting Still

by Dean Glorso

Poem


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.

The Hand of God in Vietnam

by Max Riekse

Prose


Our Last Night in Xuan Loc

by William Howard

Prose


Hanging Tough Is Tough

by George Kulas

Prose


So this is Memorial Day

by Paul Nyerick

Prose


Talking With Regina...I Like to Do!

by John Bradley

Poem


An Intrepid Hero

by Daniel Wolfe

Prose