They Were Warriors First

by Matthew Davison

Prose


Dance Little Children

by Dennis O’Brien

Poem


Metamorphosis of the Mind

by Shon Pernice

Prose


What a Beauty

by Jack Tompkins

Sketch


Voices in the Sky

by Paul Nyerick

Array


Medication Blues

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Too Late

By Tony Craidon, Army

Writing Type: Poem

By Tony James Craidon
--Maple Grove, MN

 
I am past my time,
I should’ve known more.
I should’ve realized
There isn’t any more.
 
The beauty of nature is to surpass evolution,
A task I wasn’t up for.
If only I could challenge Grandfather Time,
I’d fight for those I adore.
 
I have taken a step back,
A step in need of recovery.
My last wish is to see mine succeed,
To have minds opened with discovery.
 
It’s too late for me,
I hope this isn’t my only time around.
I wouldn’t carry so much on my back,
If I only had another time around.

That Look

by David Marchant

Poem


A Knock on the Door

by Diane Wasden

Prose


The Light Bulb Man

by Sean Parrish

Prose


The Nurses and Staff of My VA Hospital

by Jeffrey Saarela

Poem


A 1984 Exception

by Katherine Iwatiw

Prose


Medication Blues

by Lynn Norton

Poem