Board Games

by Penny Deere

Prose


Who Am I?

by Deborah Cole

Array


Anna and the Boys

by Larry Connelly

Poem


Keep a Grip

by James Janssen

Prose


Broken Life, the Restoration

by Scott Sjostrand

Prose


Autumn Nights

by Tanya Whitney

Poem


America’s Daughters and Sons

By Anthony Ramirez, Army

Writing Type: Poem

By Anthony Ramirez

VA Medical Center—Augusta, ME

 

We are still America’s Daughters and Sons,

in spite of the crime or offense that we have done.

And although we may be shunned,

it will be the future and not the past

that will determine who we are and what we may become.

“Murderers!  Molesters!  Misfits!  Miscreants!” 

Let them call us what they will.

Ne’er-do-wells: unite!  We can’t love and help others

until we love and help ourselves.

Hark!  Never be consumed by the failures,

the mistakes, by the bad breaks.

Stand!  Rise from your penitent knees

and truly be accounted for.

Scoff!  Who we’ve been isn’t who we have to be.

 

To live.  Positively.  Means annulling the decrees

of “street wisdom”’ in favor of taking some time away,

thereby shaking away the lamented chains

of what we cannot become: 

perpetual prisoners of our own pasts.

So remember, Brethren:

we are still America’s Daughter and Sons,

in truth of the crime or offense that we have succumbed,

because when all is said and done,

it will always be the future and not the past

that will determine who we are and what we will become.

Evidence Seen and Unseen

by Deborah Cole

Poem


Footloose Days

by Anthony Ramirez

Poem


Sergeant Dorsey

by John Boors

Prose


Passage of Solitude

by James Camera

Array


Squirrel

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Man Behind the Mask

by John Priestley II

Poem,Prose