By R James Sennett Jr becomes sandeventually.Silly to thinkotherwise.Is it thenover?What comesnext?Another rock,another grinding over time?The sand becomesa flooron which to leapto the nextrock. R James Sennett Jr lives, works, breathes and chases his muse in Louisville, Kentucky. His poetry has appeared in numerous publications for which he is grateful.
Snowfall in April
By Benjamin Parker The promise of warmth was short-lived.Wanderers in shorts and summer dresses huddling for warmth under doorways.As sleet falls, gliding on weathered screens, I look beyond pixels to the clouds.The beauty lost in snapshots of memories,moments lived through a lens.For I would squander the history posed, the glimpse of an altered reflectionJust to … Continue reading Snowfall in April
Indifference
By Anthony Ward I watch the duck raceTheir plastic bodies conveyed By the current down streamWondering if one escapesWill it be eaten by the ocean whaleMelted down to make margarineOnly a molecule indifference. Anthony tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in … Continue reading Indifference
Alchemy
By Plamen Vasilev In chambers veiled, where shadows creep,And talkings dance on moonlit sleep,A silent art, a hidden lore,Where secrets bloom, and truths explore.With crucible's fiery, heart-beat hum,Transmuting base to something numb,A mystic dance, a shadowed play,Of powders fine, and starlight's sway.From leaden weight to gold so bright,A transformation, pure and light,A symphony of unseen … Continue reading Alchemy
Exit in grace
By Vanaja Malathy Warm weather of springbuds of new growth pierce through my branchesmillion needles of painful pricks on my bodyi silently deliver and nurture my new birthi lose grip of my dear leavesstand in shame naked and barethey are heaped to their burialautumn winds wipe dry my tearsi stand in detachmentwinter winds blow startsnow … Continue reading Exit in grace
The Sharks Are Circling My Dreams
By Bradford Middleton I wake with a startle as three Sharks come to circle me in myOwn pool of fear as a dreamComes to horrify me awake.The sharks are as big as anySpielberg could have imagined& I know even the hint of redWould mean my imminentDemise but as I look up ISee a girl climbing … Continue reading The Sharks Are Circling My Dreams
bike ride
By Greg Wood you can ride to the sun on a bicyclepainted in spring greens.an echo of the world,travel upthroughsprawlingblues;not all the way upto the raging fire,its blazing redsits singeinggreensand whites,just to the layerbeneathwhere goldencoins of lightunfurl and spilllike waterfallsthrough yourhands,shimmeringmirrorsof eternity.soon they gush alongthe pavement ofyour past as if it, too,can be cleansedof finitudewatch … Continue reading bike ride
Delightful Duet
By John RC Potter I Could Write A Poem I could write a poem;What with waiting over four hours in the airport.I could write a poem, with all this time before me.I could write a poem with just a little bit of inspiration.I could write a poem, words of wisdom and wit.I could write a … Continue reading Delightful Duet
5 Poems
By Mike Turner Kintsugi I don’t remember the first time my heart brokeBut it has been broken many timesAnd put back together, piece by pieceSome of my own effort, some the comfort of othersSilent tears running as moonlit riversIn some ways, the breaks have made my heart more fragileOr perhaps it’s that I’ve become more … Continue reading 5 Poems
Not with a Bang
By Robert Beveridge World creaksto a haltsterile inhabitantssicken and dieno one leftto bury themlie in the streetsmummifiedlast cousinstoo weak to move Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry on unceded Mingo land (Akron, OH). He published his first poem in a non-vanity/non-school publication in November 1988, and it's been all downhill since. Recent/upcoming … Continue reading Not with a Bang
Academy of the Heart And Mind 