Faces of The Homeless 1

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


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


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


I FEEL

By Jerry Soto, Army

Writing Type: Poem

What greater gift has been granted by God
than that to be able to feel?
I can feel the kindness in one's heart
and the harness of danger in the sound of the voice.
I can feel the fervor of love and the bitterness in life
by the touching of one's hand.
I can feel the freshness of the morning
by the rosary beads of dew that spray upon my face.
I can feel there is beauty by tenderly
touching the petals
inlaid in the eye of a flower
as I feel my way around a maze in the garden.
I cannot feel the silence of night.
I know there is light, by the joy of laughter
of children playing in a distant field.
I can feel the end of summer and
know that winter is near
by the sound of crumbling leaves on the ground
as I take a walk with life.
What greater gift can there be given to me
than that to feel what you see, for you see,
I am blind.

The Leaves Are Green

by Charles Fredette

Poem


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

by Louis Ferrari

Prose


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Strange 2

by Daniel Strange

Art


I Left Mississippi

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


The Old Warrior

by Brant Parker III

Array