New Poem by Jess Avelino Flores: “This Year”
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New Poem by Jess Avelino Flores: “This Year”
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New poems by Jason Green: Winter Haiku and Spring Haiku
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New poem by Wayne Karlin: “What Binds Us”
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As a reserve unit we had a different family dynamic than the regular army. Since there were only three platoons in ou…
Scott found the videotapes in his garage and brought them into the kitchen. We stacked the VHS in a wine box and the …
One of the first things I published on Wrath-Bearing Tree was a negative review of the movie Fury, based entirely on …
It started, and it ended, with a bad bargain in the mountain caves of Tora Bora. I have nothing but time now for the …
Sometimes I wonder if there’s more Elvis in Vegas at Christmastime or if it’s just my daddy getting to me again. They…
New poem by Kyle Hanton
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New poem by Nathan Didier: “Hearts and Minds”
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Captain Abibalus was troubled. Walking up the dusty, cypress-lined path from Kyrenia’s harbor, Abibalus’ practiced ey…
Barabbas walked hurriedly down a dusty side alley in the old city of Jerusalem, glancing side to side before furtivel…
My first memories are of the hills outside Judea. A small lizard, with a black stripe and black eyes, staring at me a…
I remember the smell of the plastic blue gym mats under my face as I grappled another Marine in the hanger bay of the…
Surviving the Long Wars: Creative Rebellion at the Ends of Empire. Chicago: Bridge Books, 2024. The 4-day 2023 Vetera…
New Poem by Elisabeth Lewis Corley: An Loc
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All this is to say that pilgrimage is not for religious journeys alone, but for any act of traveling that takes us to…
So that’s what I did. I sat down and attempted to write The Great American War Novel. I wouldn’t have sen…
New Poem from Patricia Hastings: Dad
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New Poetry by Faye Susan: “I am the Daughter of a Storyteller”
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Brendan always felt smaller than the other guys in the locker room. Probably it was their triceps, military tats, and…
Whether we wanted it or not, America was – up until this very moment, perhaps – truly the indispensable nation.
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Dillon crawled in circles on the carpet, the TV behind him glowing with reports of destruction and death. Though it h…
I think at the time I was just kind of following my orders. And then, by the time I was thinking something’s wr…
The patrol was unsettling. The initial ‘liberation’ euphoria had soured. It was all bad vibes from the second we exit…
Three years before we met,
Friends tell me to stop reading
Virginia Woolf after my suicide
Attempt …
New Poetry by Galen Cunningham
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The two boys creep towards the edge of the crater and stare across.
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Dark clouds were building over the mountains to the north, like Giorgione’s Tempest. I bought a glass of red at the r…
Her poetry is rarely sentimental or wildly emotional, but rather steady, wise, and quietly observational.
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The HYPR Dryver Manual was clear: a Dryver should not, under any circumstances, touch a customer. Simon read and re-r…
The gauze bandage had come off in his sleep, and he touched a bare patch of warm skin and the tight line of ten stitc…
New poem by Sara Shea: “Customs”
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New poems by Benjamin Bellet
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He was 39 years old at the time of his death, and left a wife, Betty and three children, Ora, Kathleen, and the young…
But on a personal level, I don’t think there is an easy way out. I think the real answer is you need to go the other …
Sometimes I’d imagine that compressing the areas of fat would break apart the tissue and allow it to dissolve into my…
It’s hard to define, awe. But certainly we know when we feel it. It’s a rare thing, buried under the onslaught of dai…
A blue ribbon marked
First Thessalonians,
where he had underlined—
Be joyful always;
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About four years ago I first encountered Kyle Seibel’s work while volunteering with this publication (Wrath-Bearing T…
I'd been in Afghanistan for three months when I saw the woman in the marketplace die. Thirty or forty men haggled the pr…
Predators, Reapers and Deadlier Creatures (PR&DC) is unafraid to be funny about serious subjects. Can you tell us…
New poem by John Thampi: Ad Memoriam
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New poetry by Ben White – “Cold” and “Cold II”
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Sometimes in life, one experiences a shock or a revelation so powerful that it stays with you for years. For me, one suc…
The temperature on this Tuesday morning in Grants Pass, Oregon, is edging up to ninety degrees as Helen Cruz and Just…
cold laps the shore
no choice but to step in
stride out, stake my place
transmute into tower
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“This is what he signed up for,”
my mother says when
my brother graduates from West Point.
Olly stood on a chair in his studio with a noose around his neck. “I’ll never love again,” he moaned. He stared at th…