This Road I Am On

by David Marchant

Poem


A Knock on the Door

by Diane Wasden

Prose


Waves of Life

by Michele Johnson

Poem


What a Beauty

by Jack Tompkins

Sketch


Jamie and Roxy

by Richard Wangard

Prose


Medication Blues

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Remote Control

By Lynn Norton, Air Force

Writing Type: Poem

By Lynn A. Norton
—Leawood, KS


Plastic handguns designed to shoot infrared bullets.
No skills needed. Acquire the target, aim, press
trigger. Avoid accidental discharge.  

How remote? Enough range to tease neighbors. Shots
fired through windows change TV channels, introduce
families to anime, test patterns, subtitled movies.  

How much control? More like suggestions, really.
Appliances seem to have their own agendas. Instructions
are routinely challenged, misinterpreted, ignored.

Let machines know who’s boss. You have a gun. In fact,
you have many guns: one for each brand and purpose.  
Brandish them in holsters, belts, ordinance vests.  

Euthanize devices that defy your will. Unplug them until
circuits succumb to amnesia. Treat them like newborns  
upon revival. Provide guidance, secret codes, trust.

You are the master of their universe. Act like it.  

Dwell in Hope

by Ben Hawkins

Poem


A Place Where Soldiers Go

by Paul Gonzales

Poem


A Knock on the Door

by Diane Wasden

Prose


The Light Bulb Man

by Sean Parrish

Prose


What a Beauty

by Jack Tompkins

Sketch


Jamie and Roxy

by Richard Wangard

Prose