Have you ever just wanted to walk to the edge of the earth, standing on the last little corner of dry land? Standing there watching waves dissipating into the vast void, turning in the wind as the water at your …
To Mom & Dad by Joanna Southcott
You are the rock in the water, and I am the little seashell, or maybe a crab, or a fish you have weathered many storms, stood the test of time provided solace, comfort, and stability one day I will be …
Sounds of a Vietnam War-Era Childhood by Dana Zimbleman
Always murmuring in the background, the television taught me the alphabet game using words from faraway lands. P-P-P… Phnom Pehn L-L-L… Laos A-A-A… Agent Orange Y-Y-Y… Y? Subtle sounds, soothing to a civilian child remote and removed from sad suffering …
Camouflage of Normal: A Collection of Poems by Nekedra Bullock
Visible “Invisible” Wounds Invisible wounds only because you choose not to see them Invisible wounds because you chose not to listen My invisible wounds are visible just like me You were too busy and didn’t want to be inconvenient to …
Freedom by Angellica Mattson
I was born free As so I thought Until the day My heart forgot As I awoke That September day Everyone was saying Someone’s trying to take our freedom away They tried to scare us But we made them see …
PTSD Comes in Different Shapes and Sizes by Skylaa Richardson
You say, “You haven’t deployed;” “You’ve never seen war,” But I’m fighting a constant battle with the drunk man who was outside of my barracks door I thought I was safe with my brothers in arms I thought they were …
Recovery by Eric Stephenson
I wanted to return to some imaginary life based on a collection of unstable memories I thought were real. I would gaze fondly on those memories and dwell in their hazy light, hoping they would do more than flicker in …
Limbo by Carson Hill
Swirling, twisting, turning, blue Thoughts of my own contained, thrown, maimed,by reminders of the home you became,and the ceaseless, burning, spiteful road. The unknown frightens my best and tightens my chest,inciting endless unrest, forced growth,sparking light more potent than words …
The Shiny Sea & Silver Siren by Angela Sisk
The Shiny Sea She held my hand and made me feel something. There was electricity that passed from her grasp into mine. Her mocha-brown locks bounced all over her face as she skipped across the sand. She was free. She …
The Way it Speaks, Salem Verrie
My body knows a different language. Not that I can’t understand it, but my surroundings are completely lost. When my body says “sit” and I deny it, it is not shy to pinch me as a punishment. My body doesn’t …