Answer to Our Youth

by Dennis O’Brien

Poem


My Trip to Catalina

by Jonathan Craig

Prose


Metamorphosis of the Mind

by Shon Pernice

Prose


This Road I Am On

by David Marchant

Poem


A Knock on the Door

by Diane Wasden

Prose


The Turret Guard

by Jack Tompkins

Sketch


Thunderstorms

By Lawrence Langman, Army

Writing Type: Poem

By Lawrence W. Langman

--Portage, IN

 

As clouds churn and the storms begin to brew,

lightening pierces the skies, each one a new debut.

Like spider webs of neon blue, electric in the air,

reaching out to the unknown, showing its own flair.

 

Followed by a rumble that sounds like a raging train,

building up in its intensity, ruling up in its own domain.

Windows shake upon the earth like the ground is alive,

letting go of its ferocity, lunging forth as tenacity strives.

 

Like a symphony of percussion instruments, echoing afar,

followed by electricity flaring from the strings of a guitar.

The sky changes colors like a chameleon blends its shade,

moving rapidly across the heavens on its own crusade.

 

In a flash it happens; the raindrops fall down to the earth.

I’m sitting by the fireplace, hearing their powerful

   torrential birth.

I can picture a conductor standing way up in the heavens,

waving a baton like a magic wand, leaving such impressions.

 

As fast as it arrived upon you, the air has become eerily still.

The rain has receded upward, bringing forth this morning chill.

The air smells pure like the planet has started a new beginning.

Nature has aided the gods, cleansing some of creation's sinning.

 

 

 

They Were Warriors First

by Matthew Davison

Prose


Somewhere a Woman Is Building an Ark

by Louise Eisenbrandt

Poem


A Knock on the Door

by Diane Wasden

Prose


The Promise

by Nila Bartley

Poem


Thunderstorms

by Lawrence Langman

Poem


Writing Really Does Help

by kim gwinner

Array