Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Faces of The Homeless 2

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


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by Benjamin Williams

Poem


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


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by Daniel Strange

Prose


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by David Cahn

Prose


D’Angelo Has Something To Say

By Sharon Gartrell, Army

Writing Type: Prose

“Grandma?” Crinkle, crinkle, tearing sound …

“Hmmm?”

“Are you sad?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Crunch, crunch, crunch…

“I’m sad because your great-granddaddy went to Heaven.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“Are you sad about anything else?” Crunch, crunch…

“Yes.”

“What?” Pop, fizzzz…

Silence.

“Oh, I’m just thinking about your granddaddy.”

“Grandma, who’s my granddaddy?” Gulp, gulp, gulp, “Ahhh… “

“Shaun, don’t you remember the man who stayed at your house for a couple of weeks last year?”

“Yeah.” Large burp, “Excuse me.”

“…well, he’s my husband and that makes him your granddaddy.”

“Oh. So why are you sad?” Sip, sip, crunch…

“We hurt each other’s feelings and we haven’t lived together for 15 years.”

“Did you break up?”

“Hmmm, sort of.”

“I can fix that!” Crunch, crunch, crunch…

“Oh yeah, how?”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes, I still love him.”

“Did you say you were sorry?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Did you say you were very sorry?”

“Yes, several times.”

“And it still didn’t work?”

“No, it hasn’t.”

“Awe man, Grandma, when you say you’re very sorry it’s supposed to work.” Sip, crunch, small burp… Silence. “Sorry.”

“Honey, sometimes saying you’re sorry just isn’t enough.”

Silence.

“Grandma, I guess I can’t fix it.”

“It’s okay, Shaun. There are some things even big boys can’t fix.”

Silence.

“Hey, Grandma, look at the rims on that red truck!”

“Where, Shaun, where?”

Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Cat's in the Cradle

by Tom Lauterback

Prose


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by Trina Mioner

Poem


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by Daniel Strange

Art


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by Gene Groner

Poem


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by Brant Parker III

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