ContributorAug 234 min readMother's Day, a Short Story by Kenneth M. KappOld age does have its perks. I don’t have to take off my shoes going through security when I fly.
ContributorAug 163 min readThe Art of Dying, a Poem by Mark James TriskoLet me be remembered, not because of what I did or didn’t do, not for what I said or didn’t say, not for how much money I earned,
ContributorAug 92 min readA Hill of Beans, a Poem by Robert Nersesian “Private!” I yelled. Midland: “What did you call me?” “Private Foster. I’m your sergeant. You’re not near Midland. You’re in Iraq.”
