By Alex Andy Phuong Surrender to the wonder,Along with the hidden mystery,Of the secrets found deep withinEverlasting beauty,And through the acceptance of reality,People could hopefully seeWith a newfound sense of clarity,And search for golden opportunities To make the world a better placeWhile never worrying aboutVanishing without a trace,So travel across both time and spaceLong after … Continue reading Recovery After Dawn
Tarry a while
By Rongili Biswas Like the gloaming that’s fallen upon the hills,tarry a while in the trembling dusk.Steps in our groves have grown restive,looking for trails and nameless flowers, dusty berries or woodland nymphs,in the amber wilderness. Tarry a while till dead leaves awaken, alder catkins block all paths, and the crowns all done reddening,by their … Continue reading Tarry a while
Montmartre Majesty
By Douglas J. Lanzo Montmartre majestycrowned by Sacré-Coeur,gleams at me from cupolascapping domed grandeur;Within, gilded mosaics of Christ’s triumphant reign,arch rainbow-hued stained glass illuming saintly panes.This sacred heart of Paris,pulses my veins with life,where famed artists communedto toast Moulin Rouge nightlife.Roaming packed marketswhere vendors peddle wares,I imbibe croissants waftingchocolate scent throughout the air;Painters at wood … Continue reading Montmartre Majesty
The Lighthouse Keepers
By Ayla Padida Summer stood over her weak, sick mother. Lauren was too close to death. "Summer, take over the lighthouse while I am sick," she rasped, before handing a chain to her daughter. Summer nodded solemly, and exited the room, footsteps receding. She curiosly trotted over to the lighthouse across the road from their … Continue reading The Lighthouse Keepers
Am I a photo or am I a painting?
By Ginette Pestana and James Aitchison The image was created by my wife GINETTE PESTANA. We are a husband-and-wife photographer-writer team, GINETTE PESTANA and JAMES AITCHISON, touring the world and experiencing all kinds of memories and images. Am I a photo or am I a painting? A piece of digital mischief or just a quirky … Continue reading Am I a photo or am I a painting?
Dejeuner
By Craig Kirchner Originally Published in Chiron Review, Summer ‘24 Sparrows gathered on the veranda, we eavesdropped on nearby lovers, hand fed one another tapas, swigged lewd licks on Czech beer. Under the table you hiked your skirt, opened your thighs around my knee, animated codes with delicate hands,laughed about our first time. Surrounded by … Continue reading Dejeuner
Thread Count
By David Lavenda It’s a choice—or is it?I’m simultaneously the windshield and fly, already speeding toward it.White, oblong solid.100mg, stamped—miniature epitaph—designed to stop the hammeringbetween my ribsthat nails me to sheets—pillows, blankets.Taste of bitter promise,the throat constricts around what mustbe swallowed.I cave to gravity—the mattress learning my shape,iron on my tongue—the pill's aftertaste or just … Continue reading Thread Count
Form and Feeling, or How to Write What Needs to Be Written
By Angela Lam If I wrote for late night TV, I might have submitted this script for The Daily Show: Jon Stewart flourishes his blue pen across the blue page. When the intro music stops, he says, “Forget politics! Let’s discuss family matters.” When the audience laughs, Jon points to the overhead video of Rose … Continue reading Form and Feeling, or How to Write What Needs to Be Written
Dragon Rising
By L.S. Engler First appeared in Bowlful of Bunnies, June 2012 Possum, Rabbit, and Prairie Dog had all gone to the river to do the washing, and I had followed to watch them. The sun was bright in the cornflower sky, and hot, so after they had dunked the clothes in the gentle rushing stream, … Continue reading Dragon Rising
This Must Be The Place
By Brandon Sharp I’m not saying that there’s a convenient time for someone to die, but. This takes the cakes baked from Brooklyn to Barstow. I’m on schedule to the nanosecond this morning when my sister calls me and tells me Auntie died. Just like that she tells me, no warning. —Auntie Alma is no … Continue reading This Must Be The Place
Academy of the Heart And Mind 