New poems by Benjamin Bellet
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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…
Does anyone knock anymore? Even at a friend’s house, an office, or my bedroom, I would knock. No one can be too caref…
ONLY MUDDY BOOTS AND HELMETS CAKED RUSTING ROTTING IN STEAMING GREENHOUSES STICK UP FROM DECAYED REMAINS CAUSED BY DE…
New poem by Aramis Calderon: “Loyal”
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I’ve changed all the names in this story except my own. They’re all dead, but … that afterlife thing just might be tr…
New Poem by Carol Alexander: “Late of Somewhere in the East”
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New Poem by Rachel Landrum Crumble: “Against Urgent Brilliance”
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The little mountain-village known as Sheen Bagh sat right on the border. So exact was the placement that the people i…
Each night our mascot—a black and white cat—sneaks into the base searching for a warm lap and scraps of food. Tonight…
I. Valley of Quest Before what happened to Christine, before arriving in Iraq, before even leaving Nebraska, all we k…
New Poem by Nathan Didier: “Hearts and Minds”
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New Poetry by Rachel Rix: “Experimental Simulation of Joint Morphology During Desiccation,” “Second…
CROATOAN: A Review of Kevin Honold’s Our Lady of Good Voyage (Orison Books, 2024). Kevin Honold’s Our Lady of Good Vo…
Chapter 12 of One Tick Stopped the Clock Published by Legacy Book Press Excerpted from ONE TICK STOPPED THE CLOCK Cop…
An Alternate View of Moral Injury Introductory note: I originally composed this essay between 2022-23. I’ve gone back…
New Poetry by Douglas Campbell: “The President’s New Children’s Crusade”
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New Poetry by Sylvia Baedorf Kassis: “Detritus”
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Dr. Maldonado fiddled with the picture of his hot wife and blonde sons, making sure I noticed. Hot professors are rar…
Fights within the infantry were common enough that their variations came to be source material for a dark form of in-…
Danny Llewellyn hadn’t shit himself since he was a toddler, back when nobody minded. Since then, he’d joined the Army…
The terrorist sat down at the cafe at a quarter to one. She had always been punctual. Beneath her clothing was a bomb…
New Poem by Richard Epstein: “The Dance”
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New poem by Ellie J. Anderson: “Impact, 1984”
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Doug Rawlings had his life planned out: graduate school, business school, eventual law school, and a career in busin…
In Okinawa I made a fist and my fingers stuck together that stop over night my one stop before Danang, between…
Hurl of metal – iron, steel – as shrapnel,
as bail hail, as HE detonation, all
forged and spi…
In the remote and forgotten northwestern corner of Vietnam looms the vast, rugged and rain-drenched Hoang Lien Mounta…
The chair came to a stop and with great effort, haltingly, the figure lifted himself to his feet. He took a single j…
New poetry by Jayant Kashyap: “The War”
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New Poetry by Phillip Sitter: “Krakivets, Odyn” and “Elemental”
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Time in a combat zone passes strangely. When you are surrounded by the incredible, the human mind has a tendency to d…
Every two or three months Jon and Steven would meet for lunch at the McDonald’s outside the town center where Main S…
The most versatile piece of equipment an infantryman carries is a four-letter word. It can be used in almost every co…
“Drone up,” said Lieutenant Levi. Heads turned and eyes followed the drone’s swift ascent to the sequoia canopy 350 f…
A Game of Soldiers – A Review of Playing Army by Nancy Stroer LT Minerva Mills is a hot mess. Literally. We mee…