New Poem by Richard Epstein: “The Dance”
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New Poem by Richard Epstein: “The Dance”
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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”
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New Poems by David Dixon: “Last Night, I Dreamed of the Korengal;” “Look at This Thing We’ve …
New poem by Cheney Crow: “The Grey Phone”
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New Poem by Joshua Folmar: Sudoku
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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”
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New poem by Abena Ntoso: “Dear Melissa”
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Desperate Need of Help
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New Poem by Jennifer Smith: “So This is My Career”
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There Will Be No Irish Pennants “Discipline organizes an analytical space.” [1] Field Day & Inspection. Wi…
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 DA Gray: “Cactus Tuna”; “We Return from the Holy Land. God Stays”; and “…
my brother, the Marine the recruiters come weeks earlier than agreed— arrive in alloy, aluminum with authority…
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…
Tanana River We followed your Hilux along the riparian zone,a green snake blooming through the desert brown,when you …
Sergeant Reiss insisted on giving a full patrol order every time we left the wire. I thought it was overkill, …
Ballistic medleys project ambition, while dancing tones find their pitch. There is unexpected buoyancy in our youth. …
Only the dead have seen the end of war –Plato he lies down, finally to rest. grey light bands his closed door with no…
Homecoming He doesn’t feel quite right, being there—same house, a little run down, dirtierthan he remembers. They smi…
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 …
We were the HMDs: the human mine detectors. In a sense the job was easy, but impossible to do well. There was no good…
August 2011 I remember when you first joined, I used to tell you that the Army would be four years, the way that coll…
My arm burned red resting out the window in the summer sun as I drove east out of the mountains. I passed through the…