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New Poetry by Aramis Calderon: “Loyal”
New poem by Aramis Calderon: “Loyal”
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New Poetry by Nathan Didier: “Hearts and Minds”
New Poem by Nathan Didier: “Hearts and Minds”
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New Poetry by Rachel Rix: “Experimental Simulation of Joint Morphology During Desiccation,” “Second Deployment,” “CO’s Canon”
New Poetry by Rachel Rix: “Experimental Simulation of Joint Morphology During Desiccation,” “Second…
New Poetry by Richard Epstein: “The Dance”
New Poem by Richard Epstein: “The Dance”
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New Poetry by Peter Mladinic: “Fist”
In Okinawa I made a fist and my fingers stuck together that stop over night my one stop before Danang, between…
New Poetry by Shawn McCann: “All I Can Do Is Watch” and “No Way To Fight Back”
New Poetry by Shawn McCann: “All I Can Do Is Watch” and “No Way To Fight Back”
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New Poetry by David Dixon: “Last Night, I Dreamed of the Korengal”; “Look at This Thing We’ve Made”; and “War Poetry”
New Poems by David Dixon: “Last Night, I Dreamed of the Korengal;” “Look at This Thing We’ve …
New Poetry by Cheney Crow: “The Grey Phone”
New poem by Cheney Crow: “The Grey Phone”
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New Poetry by Joshua Folmar: “Sudoku”
New Poem by Joshua Folmar: Sudoku
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New Poetry by J.S. Alexander: “Sabat”
New Poem by J.S. Alexander: “Sabat (Loyalty)”
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New Poetry by Ben White: “Cleaning the M60 – 39 Years and January 26, 1984”
New Poetry by Ben White: “Cleaning the M60 – 39 Years and January 26, 1984”
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New Poetry by Abena Ntoso: “Dear Melissa”
New poem by Abena Ntoso: “Dear Melissa”
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New Poetry by Luis Rosa Valentin: “Desperate Need of Help”
Desperate Need of Help
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New Poetry by Jennifer Smith: “So This is My Career?”
New Poem by Jennifer Smith: “So This is My Career”
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New Poetry by Justice Castañeda: “There Will Be No Irish Pennants”
There Will Be No Irish Pennants “Discipline organizes an analytical space.” [1] Field Day & Inspection. Wi…
New Nonfiction from Lauren Kay Johnson: “Inheritance of War” an Excerpt from The Fine Art of Camouflage
I swore I would never become a soldier like my mother. She called it a blip, a few months out of an otherwise enjoyab…
New Poetry from D.A. Gray: “Cactus Tuna”; “We Return from the Holy Land. God Stays”; and “Reverse Run”
New Poetry from DA Gray: “Cactus Tuna”; “We Return from the Holy Land. God Stays”; and “…
New Poetry from Tanya Tuzeo: “My Brother, the Marine;” “My Brother’s Shoebox;” and “My Brother’s Grenade”
my brother, the Marine the recruiters come weeks earlier than agreed— arrive in alloy, aluminum with authority…
New Poetry by Michael Carson: “Politics”
Politics Every 20 years or so boys dress up And kill each other for fun. It’s the way of the wrack of the world The w…
New Poetry by D.W. McLachlan: “Tanana River” and “The Heaviness of Age”
Tanana River We followed your Hilux along the riparian zone,a green snake blooming through the desert brown,when you …
New Fiction from Adam Straus: “ANA Checkpoint”
Sergeant Reiss insisted on giving a full patrol order every time we left the wire. I thought it was overkill, …
New Poetry from Jesse Frewerd: “Symphony”
Ballistic medleys project ambition, while dancing tones find their pitch. There is unexpected buoyancy in our youth. …
New Poetry from Nestor Walters: “Homecoming”
Only the dead have seen the end of war –Plato he lies down, finally to rest. grey light bands his closed door with no…
Poetry from Westley Smith: “Homecoming,” “On Not Dying,” “Nocturne”
Homecoming He doesn’t feel quite right, being there—same house, a little run down, dirtierthan he remembers. They smi…
New Fiction from Lisa Erin Sanchez: “Signatures of Ghosts”
He had one scar when I met him, a single blow to the back of his neck in the soft fleshy space between head gear and …
New Fiction from Brian Van Reet: “Lazarus”
We were the HMDs: the human mine detectors. In a sense the job was easy, but impossible to do well. There was no good…
Japanese Poetry Never Modifies
August 2011 I remember when you first joined, I used to tell you that the Army would be four years, the way that coll…
New Fiction from Ulf Pike: “Welcome Home, Brother”
My arm burned red resting out the window in the summer sun as I drove east out of the mountains. I passed through the…