In My Blood, Mind, and Soul

by Albert Hernandez


Give a Pig a Break

by Michael Pride Young

Songs Lyrics

Don't Smoke on Me

by Michael Pride Young

Songs Lyrics

Go Fly a Kite

by Scott Sjostrand


The Art of the Steal

by Melvin Brinkley


What It Means to Watch an Eagle in Flight

by Lawrence Rahn



By Neal Lesh, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Under tall oak trees, the summer breeze, blows gently through her hair.
With her quiet sighs, and soft blue eyes, I couldn’t help but stare.

She noticed me, and I could see, her face all flushed with shame.
It was very clear, I fell in love right here, and “Willow” was her name.

Through a summer rain, we walked the lane, not far from where we met.
We knew for sure, our love was pure, as pure as love can get.

The autumn wind, caused trees to bend, as it swept down where we stood.
She caught a chill and soon took ill.
The outlook wasn’t good.

The winter’s snow, began to blow, and shadows filled the day.
A love so strong though not for long -- in spring she passed away.

One shouldn’t cry for sad good-byes, be happy just the same.
‘Cause I can’t forget the one I met, and “Willow” was her name.

Under tall oak trees, a summer breeze, blows gently through her hair.
Through mist-filled eyes, I still hear her sighs; how I wish that she were there.

Though the years progress, my one happiness would be to hold her just the same.
As I did then,
I’d do again, and “Willow” was her name.

.. And I’ll never be the same.

Notes: Mary Ellen Zemanek

Memorial Day 2021

by Daniel Paicopulos


Give a Pig a Break

by Michael Pride Young

Songs Lyrics

Art - Bird in a Cage

by Daniel Strange


Sgt. Reckless

by kimberly green



by Diane Wasden


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by Robert Opekun