Answer to Our Youth

by Dennis O’Brien

Poem


Somewhere a Woman Is Building an Ark

by Louise Eisenbrandt

Poem


My Trip to Catalina

by Jonathan Craig

Prose


That Look

by David Marchant

Poem


Just for Today

by Michele Johnson

Poem


Empty

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


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?”

Answer to Our Youth

by Dennis O’Brien

Poem


Metamorphosis of the Mind

by Shon Pernice

Prose


This Road I Am On

by David Marchant

Poem


Waves of Life

by Michele Johnson

Poem


Empty

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


Crab Story

by William Perry

Prose