The Gates of Nothingness

by Ben Hawkins

Poem


Dwell in Hope

by Ben Hawkins

Poem


My Trip to Catalina

by Jonathan Craig

Prose


A Place Where Soldiers Go

by Paul Gonzales

Poem


That Look

by David Marchant

Poem


A Knock on the Door

by Diane Wasden

Prose


D’Angelo Has Something To Say

By Sharon Gartrell, Army

Writing Type: Prose

“Grandma?” Crinkle, crinkle, tearing sound …

“Hmmm?”

“Are you sad?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Crunch, crunch, crunch…

“I’m sad because your great-granddaddy went to Heaven.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“Are you sad about anything else?” Crunch, crunch…

“Yes.”

“What?” Pop, fizzzz…

Silence.

“Oh, I’m just thinking about your granddaddy.”

“Grandma, who’s my granddaddy?” Gulp, gulp, gulp, “Ahhh… “

“Shaun, don’t you remember the man who stayed at your house for a couple of weeks last year?”

“Yeah.” Large burp, “Excuse me.”

“…well, he’s my husband and that makes him your granddaddy.”

“Oh. So why are you sad?” Sip, sip, crunch…

“We hurt each other’s feelings and we haven’t lived together for 15 years.”

“Did you break up?”

“Hmmm, sort of.”

“I can fix that!” Crunch, crunch, crunch…

“Oh yeah, how?”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes, I still love him.”

“Did you say you were sorry?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Did you say you were very sorry?”

“Yes, several times.”

“And it still didn’t work?”

“No, it hasn’t.”

“Awe man, Grandma, when you say you’re very sorry it’s supposed to work.” Sip, crunch, small burp… Silence. “Sorry.”

“Honey, sometimes saying you’re sorry just isn’t enough.”

Silence.

“Grandma, I guess I can’t fix it.”

“It’s okay, Shaun. There are some things even big boys can’t fix.”

Silence.

“Hey, Grandma, look at the rims on that red truck!”

“Where, Shaun, where?”

Sergeant Mackey

by Dwight Jenkins

Poem


Our Lonely Death

by George Nolta

Poem


Metamorphosis of the Mind

by Shon Pernice

Prose


Just for Today

by Michele Johnson

Poem


Empty

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


Stones River

by StevenMiller Miller

Prose