My Trip to Catalina

by Jonathan Craig

Prose


Combat Nursing

by Louise Eisenbrandt

Prose


The Light Bulb Man

by Sean Parrish

Prose


Empty

by Michelle Pond

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The Promise

by Nila Bartley

Poem


Possessions

by James Janssen

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THE LIFE OF A DRUG-FILLED KID

By Janws Cross, Army

Writing Type: Poem

I was only eighteen years old when I looked in your eyes.
I could see love lying there, but that I denied.
I got on drugs and booze and joined a gang.
I thought they were having fun and it would be a bang.
I knew we were wrong in everything we did,
But little did I know I would be gunned down
by a wild and crazy kid.
I felt the bullet hit my spine and I fell to the floor,
But little did I know I was paralyzed
and would never move anymore.
Now I sit here in a wheelchair and can't move my head,
And it takes three strong nurses to put me in bed.
Now cold bed pans and urinals are all I ever see.
My whole life is wasted and I'm only twenty-three.
When my parents come to see me they just sit and weep
As they think about their only boy, gunned down in the street.
But I can't get up to comfort them; there is nothing I can do
But lay here and pray that this doesn't happen to you.
Now all you kids take warning -
Don't get on drugs and booze and do the things I did,
Or you may be gunned down by some crazy hopped-up kid.
Never take your gun in hand and think you can't be beat,
For if you go against the law you'll die on some lonely street.
They will put you in a casket and when they close the lid,
Your whole life would be wasted and you're still just a kid.
So go start a gang of your own with no drugs or alcohol,
And get the girls to join you and you can have a ball.
Later Vhen you are married and look out on your kids,
You can look up at the good Lord and be proud of what you did.

They Were Warriors First

by Matthew Davison

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Dance Little Children

by Dennis O’Brien

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This Road I Am On

by David Marchant

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Waves of Life

by Michele Johnson

Poem


Just for Today

by Michele Johnson

Poem


The Mickey Mouse Watch

by Arthur Wiknik

Prose