My grandson

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


The Leaves Are Green

by Charles Fredette

Poem


The Walking Wounded

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


First Day in Vietnam

by Daniel Strange

Prose


Women in the Military History Speech – March

by Judith Leu

Prose


CONFINEMENT

By Clifford Gaidosh, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Makes one do many strange things.
That’s why some play cards, chess, and checkers while others sing.

Sometimes I write letters while on the brink.
What can I say when I can’t think?

Poetry helps to slow me down.
If it doesn’t sound right
I can turn it around.

Been there and done that was just a game.
As done that and been there are both the same.

I didn’t mean to hurt you while I was in a cloud.
Like a parachutist,
I was caught in the shrouds.

I hope my poetry explains it all, as it isn’t easy to take a fall.

Faces of The Homeless 1

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


The Leaves Are Green

by Charles Fredette

Poem


Strange 8

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


Head Trip

by W. Joseph O'Connell

Poem