In My Blood, Mind, and Soul

by Albert Hernandez

Prose


Don't Smoke on Me

by Michael Pride Young

Songs Lyrics


Look What You Did! You Win Again!

by Diane Wasden

Poem


The Perfect Band-Aid

by Phil Hosier

Poem


VFW

by Dan Yates

Array


Big Boys Do Cry

by Dan Yates

Array


A SONG

By Brian Powers, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Why should I keep charging on?
Perhaps to write a brand new song.
Something new (not heard before)
Of ancient history or early lore.
The Roman legions, the gore of war,
The Spaniards hacking an Aztec shore,
The disease of Europe, killing more,
A latent plague, a virgin land,
To prey upon the red-skinned man.
And then what the plague didn't kill,
The firewater drank its fill.
A warrior now too good no more,
The spotted pony on to war.
Upon the hill amidst the sage
Is where the warrior is today.
Look up! Look up into the sky,
A soaring hawk goes gliding by,
Its wings wide spread against the wind,
The whole world his only friend.
If I were this hawk today,
I wouldn't screech so pleasantly
Of the sight below.
So plain to see the ravage rent upon the land,
That the warrior once held in hand,
And held it up, lifted it up toward the open sky,
For the great spirit to sanctify.
His holy land bought for a sack of beads,
Astounding even for white man's greed.
A deed from me to you and you to me,
But the land is still there for the hawk to see.

Notes: Jacque Burgess Karen L. Burgess

Memorial Day 2021

by Daniel Paicopulos

Poem


Wolf Pack

by Brant Parker III

Poem


The Track Adjustment

by Brant Parker III

Prose


Look What You Did! You Win Again!

by Diane Wasden

Poem


Plains Vignettes

by William Shepherd

Prose


Art - Bird in a Cage

by Daniel Strange

Drawing