By Daniel Clancy They said there’s not politics down here,But our boots are the only ones covered in blood. They said “no politics down here, Continue Reading
Philosophy & Poetry
Mud
The Morning After I Killed Myself
By Meggie Royer Editor's Note: When I saw this article on imgur.com, I knew we had to run it on The Havok Journal. I got in contact with the author, Continue Reading
Holding the Christ Child in a Season of Grief
Karin, Asher, and I attended the Christmas Vigil Mass at St. Rita’s yesterday evening. Asher went with some reluctance. We had to threaten him with Continue Reading
Night Raids & Terrors
by Daniel Clancy Flashbacks and Idon’t know why But I rememberThat’s why I cry There’s no atonementWe all deserve to die Late night Continue Reading
For Veterans on Christmas
Twas the night before ChristmasBombs fell everywhereThe horrors and carnageSo very few shared Our country was snuggledAsleep in their bedsWhile Continue Reading
Waiting for Dawn’s Dappled Light
Trust, they say yet my tears betray my moans remain or do they water the seeds of hope tiny specks mustard Continue Reading
What Rises from All My Failed Lives
Brick by brick, I’ve built a foundation. To an outsider, it must seem that I’ve lived a thousand lives with myriad failures. If you were to measure Continue Reading
In the Silence of Our Home
Cars departing with frenzied goodbye waves Last airport run complete Leftovers stacked in neat rows in refrigerator Ashes piled up in wood Continue Reading
Shadows
I look around and see strange places once familiar to me. Driving down streets long forgotten, I feel memories resurfacing, clouding my Continue Reading
Giving Thanks
Giving thanksFor all you doWarriors give all and so can youOne hundred percentOpens doors that are mightyGiving less of yourselfIsn’t true A day Continue Reading
Why Do We Seek Oblivion?
Why Do We Seek Oblivion? Dark and stormy waves threaten To end the Venture before it begins Angels and Sages weep as they marvel At this Continue Reading
I Was Wrong About the Man on the Bike
Last week I drove a few hours to a book signing for one of my favorite living fiction writers. When I go somewhere, I’m typically early. This trip was Continue Reading