My grandson

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


Strange 7

by Daniel Strange

Art


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


A Soldier's Wife

by George Kulas

Prose


Head Trip

by W. Joseph O'Connell

Poem


PTSD and the Pandemic and Me

by Karen Green

Poem


BLEEDING RELIEF

By Mark Booth, Army

Writing Type: Poem

I cut hard and heavy
and deep
just to believe
it's me
and I'm
still alive.
I
don't feel a thing
and I do wonder why
blood
runs
on the outside of my skin
to make a path for another drop
by my feet,
a dark red, almost black
puddle gets ready to harvest.
Any vampire would be
delighted with the feast
already warm and ready to drink.
Oh sad warrior, thank you.

My grandson

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


The Walking Wounded

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


The Old Warrior

by Brant Parker III

Array


New Start

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


Fate

by Robert Valonis

Array


Seven Minutes Till Daybreak

by Neal Morrison Jr

Array