Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Strange 8

by Daniel Strange

Art


Strange 4

by Daniel Strange

Art


He Was the Enemy: A Soldier's Dilemma

by JonnieLynn Donatelli

Poem


My True Hope in Troubled Times

by Karen Green

Poem


Iowa Autumn

By Ron Barker, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Oh thread my spirit along the road
By dew-dipped grass and lowly toad, Where horses peer and Angus plot
In hay framed tapestries and goldenrod. Set me down on a gravel-gray snake, A pebbled path of purity’s make, Garnered with grain, soybean and corn, Kernels of being, the country adorn.
Sing out the meadowlark in sunrise tones,
By the ditch, the cattail owns,
Where brandished like sparks, the redwing sings on misty mornings above lily pad dreams.
The land’s fragrance, like mincemeat pie
In pheasant dressing, captures the eye.
The rustic wonders - piled so high
By fields of rainbows in autumn’s dye.

Notes: Joanna Rench Richard Mequish VA Medical Center­Danvil/e, IL

Faces of The Homeless 2

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


My First Day in the Field (The Jungles of Vietnam)

by Louis Ferrari

Prose


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


First Day in Vietnam

by Daniel Strange

Prose


Sunset In the Desert

by Brant Parker III

Array


We Got Here About the Time God Left

by W. Joseph O'Connell

Poem