New Poetry by Shawn McCann: “All I Can Do Is Watch” and “No Way To Fight Back”
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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 poems by Lawrence Bridge: “Time of War and Exile” and “Taking an Island”
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New poem by Matthew Hummer: “Amortization”
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New poem by Almyr Bump: “Plowing Water”
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New Poem by J.S. Alexander: “Sabat (Loyalty)”
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We’d been expecting the fascists for a few days but they’d gotten hung up on Newark. Usually they moved fast. C…
New Poetry by Ben White: “Cleaning the M60 – 39 Years and January 26, 1984”
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New poem by Kat Raido: “Blood Goggles”
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New Poem by Amalie Flynn: “Strip”
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New poem by Abena Ntoso: “Dear Melissa”
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to forget or not maybe to forget or not maybe to fight for memory or not i’m here i’m she lying on my ba…
Desperate Need of Help
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New Poem by Jennifer Smith: “So This is My Career”
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ACTION IS PRETTY / image by Amalie Flynn This is a drill. This is only a drill. They voted to abolish history.…
There Will Be No Irish Pennants “Discipline organizes an analytical space.” [1] Field Day & Inspection. Wi…
When the goddess cries out,
her voice is a mountain against
the fighting. But the old soldier
keeps…
When visiting a friend’s grandpa, the Boy learned that the grandpa liked watching football games on the weekend…
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…
On Orthodox Easter in Mariupol We finished our jelly beans red and yellow, purple, green, the last bite of cho…
I, born from the womb of
my mother’s remembrances
wrapped in the cocoon
of her story[…]
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May 3, 2009 After Captain Short returned from his training with the Australians, he scheduled himself to take leave t…
All Wars Are Boyish Autopilot on self-destruct, we went joy riding on tanks into the thermal wasteland. The st…
Getting posted to Fort Mirror was a death sentence. The most coveted of all postings, soldiers jockeyed for th…
Death had narrowed his search of potential candidates down to two soldiers, both with high kill counts. Qualified app…
A Brief History of the Spanish Conquest Tell me again of that fabulous kingdom where a single ear of co…
Author’s note: I arrived at this story after reading an article in Rolling Stone called ‘Highway to Hell:…
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…
“I was lying in a burned‐out basement with the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst …
Skip Rohde was an officer in the Navy for twenty-two years, with four submarine deployments and service in Desert Shi…
In Some Distant Country We have seen this before, in booksand on the screen, like dust plumes risingin some distant c…
Tanana River We followed your Hilux along the riparian zone,a green snake blooming through the desert brown,when you …
We buried Javid on a gloomy Friday morning in late December, shortly before Ali was gassed on the battlefront. All th…
Sergeant Reiss insisted on giving a full patrol order every time we left the wire. I thought it was overkill, …
It’s zero-three hundred and I’m yanked out of a sleep so deep I wake thrashing and fighting like a marlin at the end …
If I were to write a morality tale about America’s counterinsurgency efforts in Afghanistan—something in line with Ed…
Apples‘The landmines are just like apples’Khmer Rouge survivor Apples can peel your skinLike it isn’t there But more …
On my first visit I askedA stock question about Whether you’d been in the military. Marines, nineteen sixty-six, you …
Only the dead have seen the end of war –Plato he lies down, finally to rest. grey light bands his closed door with no…
The brass buttons are piled in a bowl that sits on the shop counter beside the cash register, so I buy one,watch as t…
The head, decapitated,it sits on a shore, at some corner of the world.Desperation is what they feel as blood g…
Three Snapshots of Superman’s Mother Budapest, Hungary. December 1944. This stagnant end squats over its …
Homecoming He doesn’t feel quite right, being there—same house, a little run down, dirtierthan he remembers. They smi…
MISSION 376: PATIENT X There’s dirt in his mouth now &nbs…
The War in Coming Out Today we honor those soldiers who fought for our country against oppressing forces. It was a ma…