Bad Day by DeAndre Bright
The sky is grey with rain. You feel a kind of strain. The mind is getting narrow-sighted. Anger can easily be misguided. The usual outlet is to scorn. The family we have known since we were born. Everything seems wrong, …
Accounts Payable by Joanna Southcott
I wouldn’t call myself a poet I wouldn’t call myself a dancer I wouldn’t call myself anything really maybe sad I wish I could write I wish I could pour my heart and turn it into beautiful stories I do …
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 …
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 …
The Final Embrace by Kevin Auer
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 …
New Journey, New Light by Dre Guy
Dre is an Army Veteran and Dakota Promise Coach at PPSC.
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 …
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 …
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 …