This Road I Am On

by David Marchant

Poem


A Knock on the Door

by Diane Wasden

Prose


The Light Bulb Man

by Sean Parrish

Prose


Waves of Life

by Michele Johnson

Poem


The Turret Guard

by Jack Tompkins

Sketch


A 1984 Exception

by Katherine Iwatiw

Prose


Oh, Come All Ye Faithful

By John Bradley, Army

Writing Type: Poem

By John Bradley

VA Medical Facility—Nashville, TN

 

Oh, come all ye children,

Trusting and compliant, 

Oh, come ye! Oh, come ye! 

To McDuffyland! 

It’s by far number one, 

None other can compare 

To McDuffyland’s dominant market share 

Or its profit-to-earnings ratio 

That’s extra-ordinare! 

Come ye all and patronize him! 

Come ye all, idolize him! 

Come ye all and subsidize him! 

Come ye all, enrich him! 

McDuffyland, king-o-peace and trans-fat grease! 

Oh, sing ye choirs of parents, 

McDuffyland serves what’s best for kids to eat! 

Though non-nutritious, it tastes delicious!

Priced so low, it’s ridiculous! 

Each McDuffyland is color coordinated, 

Spiffy, clean, neat, ideal surroundings

For serving an artery-clogging greasy treat! 

Every triple-decker is packed

With pre-measured amounts of sugar, salt and fat,

Artistically blended with chemically enhanced meats! 

Oh, come all ye children to gluttony! 

Smiling, laughing happily as you eat yourselves to obesity! 

Generous McDuffyland includes a toy for you,

Even exotic-sounding salmonella, Shiga toxins, 

E. coli bacteria for a select few!

Oh, parents and children, ye all know 

Santa came but one day each year,

But now that one day plus 364 more. 

McDuffyland, the beloved, is open and very near!

Oh, come ye!

Dance Little Children

by Dennis O’Brien

Poem


Just for Today

by Michele Johnson

Poem


An Affinity With Acronyms (OTUS and OTY)

by CJ Reeves

Poem


Writing Really Does Help

by kim gwinner

Array


How

by William Shepherd

Poem


Wounds of Words

by Lloyd Johnson

Prose