My grandson

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


Cat's in the Cradle

by Tom Lauterback

Prose


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Strange 2

by Daniel Strange

Art


Dave 3.0

by David Cahn

Prose


DARKNESS

By Anita Massey, Army

Writing Type: Poem

I feel a darkness drifting,
Memories settling in
Of barracks bleaching in the sun
With dust devils in a spin.
When I close my eyes
I see the signs of war,
Shadows rising inside,
Rambling near and far.
Near, I hear the noise,
See choppers racing by,
Trucks rolling with soldiers
On their way to die.
Far, the life I lead,
Another time and place,
I almost can feel it,
A memory to embrace.
It hurts an inner part of me.
As memories float inside,
The urgency is there
To go away and hide.

Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Faces of The Homeless 2

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


Cat's in the Cradle

by Tom Lauterback

Prose


My First Day in the Field (The Jungles of Vietnam)

by Louis Ferrari

Prose


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Strange 8

by Daniel Strange

Art