Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Strange 7

by Daniel Strange

Art


Dave 3.0

by David Cahn

Prose


Head Trip

by W. Joseph O'Connell

Poem


PTSD and the Pandemic and Me

by Karen Green

Poem


IN ONE SOLDIER'S HEALING

By Chuck Widmer, Army

Writing Type: Poem

I used to say I'm sorry,
I didn't start this war,
All the pain and sorrow it brought,
I never could ignore.
I lay a wreath up in my heart
And hope you will forgive
The many wrongs we had to do
Just so we could live.
I'll see you aU again someday,
Hope you'll understand,
But now I have to walk way
And be a stronger man.
Knowing God picks his own bouquet
Brings a calming to my heart.
I think with me, I wasn't perfect enough,
So with you, he had to start.
Rest in Peace
All God's Children

Notes: Vicki Booth

Faces of The Homeless 2

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


The State of the Nation: Various Levels of Pain

by Charles Marshall

Poem


Strange 7

by Daniel Strange

Art


Strange 4

by Daniel Strange

Art


Women in the Military History Speech – March

by Judith Leu

Prose


We Got Here About the Time God Left

by W. Joseph O'Connell

Poem