My Death Defying Life as a Soldier

by Dr. R. Douglas Iliff

Prose


Daddy's Hand

by Dan Yates

Poem


Remote Control

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Years Gone

by Penny Deere

Poem


Light the Way

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


Going South

by William Greenhut

Prose


Champion

By Nila Bartley, Navy

Writing Type: Array

By Nila K. Bartley
VA Medical Center--Chillicothe, OH

Childhood longings.To belong.To be loved.
Betrayed by a father figure.
I had looked upon him as one from the beginning.
Instead he was a predator and I was the prey.
He used me and my need to be loved.
He used my need to be loved as a weapon against me.
The attention he showed me, I thought was because he cared.
It was meant to disarm me,
to lull me into a feeling of security.
That left one day in violence.
The sexual assault that followed wounded my whole being.
I was in pieces. Pieces that had to be put back together or 
I could not function as a normal human being.
A million pieces. How to begin to fit them back together
    in a cohesive way?
To provide cohesion meant to pardon my attacker. 
That did not mean that I was giving approval for what
    he had done.
As long as I could not pardon him, I stayed a casualty.
A casualty identity for the rest of my life.
I could not live in that mentality.
When I gave the pardon to my attacker, the identity was
   reversed.
He no longer had dominance over me. I now had the power.
The power to live and enjoy my life to the fullest.
I am in charge of my life.
I am more than a survivor.
I am a Champion.

MIA--Missing in America

by Matthew Davison

Poem


Awakening

by Lawrence Langman

Poem


Going South

by William Greenhut

Prose


We Never Learn

by John Swainston

Poem


COVID 19

by Lisa Farabelli

Poem


The Protesters

by Jeffrey Lewis

Poem