Take My Hand and Walk With Me

by Gene Groner

Poem


Faces of The Homeless 1

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


Strange 4

by Daniel Strange

Art


I Left Mississippi

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


Sunset In the Desert

by Brant Parker III

Array


The Old Warrior

by Brant Parker III

Array


We Got Here About the Time God Left

By W. Joseph O'Connell, Army, Navy

Writing Type: Poem

By W. Joseph O'Connell

--Jarrell, TX


Space cowboys smoke turbos and mercs,

joints and cigarettes laced with crack cocaine,

all day and every day, amateur alchemy for the head.

 

Night cats and lizards prowl the immigrant projects.

The existing structure is a shell of its former self;

all the decent folks have moved away.

 

Murdered ghosts haunt the streets.

Chalk outlines washed away all that was left of them,

memories hidden under the ground.

 

Civilization is gone missing

amid blurred wings of confusion.

Penthouses tower like Goliath over the slums

 

Realizing we have all gone crazy,

living in custom-built homes that shield us from the decay,

going lousy for having it all.

 

Fresh money leads to the new part of town,

pockets of cold buildings with bizarre angles and no soul,

sanitized neighborhoods shaped modern and clean.

 

Regretful of the past, they made it shiny and new,

washed the old blood down into the storm drains,

muffled the cries of mourning widows and mothers.

 

Open the gates to the dead, new city.

Tear down the statues and start the second act;

burn all the books and turn yourself in.

 

Welcome to the madhouse.

Promises were made to be broken and we drink a whole lot

while camped around our television sets.

 

Free from the mental illness of society driving everyone nuts,

making a mess of everything with networks of technology,

pretending the worst part of everything is behind us.

 

Ignoring the fear that we might fuck it all up again,

detoxing ourselves from the old addictions,

wiping the slate clean from the mental illness of society.

 

Suddenly realizing the wandering God had wandered off,

got Himself stuck in the old, dirty part of town

where He keeps the lost souls from fixing everything.

 

"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Women in the Military History Speech – March

by Judith Leu

Prose


The Old Warrior

by Brant Parker III

Array


Head Trip

by W. Joseph O'Connell

Poem


Mixed Signals

by William Greenhut

Prose


Americans United

by Ronald Grella

Poem