“Probably all of us have found ourselves in circumstances where our convictions demanded that we speak out for or against certain statements or Continue Reading
Philosophy & Poetry
When Survival Becomes the Lens
A while back, I had a conversation with a friend that has stayed with me long after it ended. He said something simple: “Observe the observer Continue Reading
Standing Tall
Standing tall in military blue,I proudly protect Americans.Standing tall in military blue,or camouflage uniform subdued,my guiding light and beacon,I Continue Reading
My Heart Aches for Her
My heart aches for Her In the quiet moments of the day In the lonely hours of the night In the simple and mundane In the excitement of new Continue Reading
Private Andy Andrews
He's just a stooped old man to some.To the ravages of age he slowly succumbs.Death is coming to the generation he belongs to.To me he is a hero, still Continue Reading
Thoughts in a Pub While Waiting for a Train
By Ryan Mimna Author’s Note: I wrote this by hand in my journal at an Irish pub near 30th Street Station in Philadelphia while waiting for a train. Continue Reading
The Sapient Doctrine
Awareness. Discipline. Action. There is no shortage of people today willing to sell you a mindset. Open social media for five minutes and you will Continue Reading
We Will All Laugh at Gilded Butterflies—In or Out of Uniform
There’s a line from Shakespeare that doesn’t get nearly the mileage it deserves in modern conversation: “We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.” It Continue Reading
Perennial Hearts
By Ryan Mimna Time heals all wounds. But it heals in its own way. What is to be said about unspoken thoughts? Time heals all wounds. That Continue Reading
Shadows
By Ryan Mimna Dancing under the darkness of night,echoing songs of sunlight from streetlights. Mind speeding faster than light,uncertainty Continue Reading
The Fallacy of Youth
By Ryan Mimna The fallacy of youth lies in the same ideals inexplicably tied to it. Change, Rage, Hope, all wrapped in ideals that have Continue Reading
One Thing I Know
By Ryan Mimna Poetry comes for the soulAlways spoken, sometimes silentLike the rain, it speaks of painIt comes like the rain when it speaks Continue Reading