Take My Hand and Walk With Me

by Gene Groner

Poem


My grandson

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


Faces of The Homeless 1

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Head Trip

by W. Joseph O'Connell

Poem


New Start

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


HERE I AM

By Thomas Shnbeck, Army

Writing Type: Poem

I walked the streets a broken man;
The years had worn me down.
From GI Joe and combat Bro,
They don’t need us now.
More than once I gave it up
only to be found.

Don’t come
‘round here, my friend,
There’s nowhere for your kind.
We just don’t like your frame of mind;
To see you now is just too tough.
We think you all know why
A helping band I found one day.

They told me I’m no fool.
They pulled me up and brushed me off;
They sent me back to school.
“Welcome home,” they said one day,
“You’re in OUR system now.”
I see the world a different way,
I’ve learned to wear a smile.
Even as the times grow bad,
There’s a place I take exile-
I use the VA now.

Faces of The Homeless 2

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


My grandson

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Sunset In the Desert

by Brant Parker III

Array


The Old Warrior

by Brant Parker III

Array


Mixed Signals

by William Greenhut

Prose