by Tom Puetz | Nov 6, 2022 | Poetry
Feet My feet went down a thousand trails when I was in my prime.I didn’t think of path or purpose or direction I should find.I don’t remember choosing the way that I would turn.I went barefoot and with boots on, I’d trudge and walk and run. There... 
by Jerry Wesch | May 14, 2022 | Poetry
The Monster In the Museum of his healed-up mind Is a DCU-clad Monster, covered up with blood and gore In a glass case neatly labeled: “Break In Case Of War” By Jerry E Wesch Psychologist,... 
by Lori Shupp | Mar 25, 2022 | Poetry
Scars I couldn’t say what was wrong. When the pain became too much and I became numb, I cut my flesh to make the blood come. It was a scream. When I writhed in pain without sound, The blood spoke for me. The only witness.... 
by Tom Puetz | Mar 13, 2022 | Poetry
Disconnected from lifeI would tread waterUntil I washed up somewhere I’m swimming for shore nowThe black dog is still chasingIt waits on the river bank This time is differentI’m going to let it catch meI need to know what I’ve been running from © Tom Puetz... 
by Tom Puetz | May 28, 2015 | Food for Thought
Forty-one men on the Kill List were targeted by drone strikes. 1147 people were killed and six of the targets are still alive.The military calling drone strikes surgical is absurd. In the case of Baitullah Mehsud seven drone strikes were made and 164 people killed...