By Anna Seidman In my traditionThe world is sustained by three thingsTruth, justice and peaceBut if “truth” includes the infinite experiences, thoughts and realitiesOf every living thing“Justice” means eight billion conceptsOf right and wrongAnd “peace” is something we all believe in,Until it gets in the way of everything else we believe in,Then it doesn’t fit … Continue reading Three Little Things
Bayreuth
By Jack D. Harvey Bayreuth was published in pif, which ceased publication a couple of years ago. Bird Wagner'svast moaty throatsings bastions of eaglesup through thesmoky aether.Either he's mador me:one.Before the honest soundBrünhildcrashes intoheroic bric-a-brac;pukka Mercurycrowds abovethe storm of notes,landscapes of cymbalsand violins;the escarpments of Mosessmoke like chimneys,dwarfing the vast vaultfilled with themusic's life.Across the … Continue reading Bayreuth
Visual Art
By Andy Graber Andy is a visual artist who tries to create his own unique style of visual imagery. Sometimes, he likes to write poetry and sing.
Mothers and Sons
By Stan Wild I look at him now, as I become conscious that my eyes have been on my screen, and I realise that he has lolled across my line of vision so as to meet my gaze. My son is in the nappy that he slept in, and so I wipe him down and … Continue reading Mothers and Sons
A Game of Chess
By Michael J. D'Alfonsi The first time I played Brooke Davidon she was twelve and had just discovered how to weaponize her voice. “Checkmate,” she declared, the moment her hand left the bishop. Her tone was almost apologetic, like she genuinely pitied my stupidity. It was six in the evening and the windowless multi-purpose room. … Continue reading A Game of Chess
A Parable as Sung to a Quasi-Existent God
By Earl Smith I sit on my twig – listening - watching. Below they sit beside the running stream, these two greatest of all men - musing, watching a wave waiting ever patiently for the rock that has blocked its way to finish its sedentary undertaking. “That wave, it moves yet not at all, how … Continue reading A Parable as Sung to a Quasi-Existent God
Evening Market
By J.S. O’Keefe dread pulsates through the evening market under dying neon lights strange men armor shimmering prowl throughtheir eyes are hidden behind mirrored visorstheir movements seem smooth almost clinical I want to study their facesare they chiseled cold sullen do they have their own hopes secrets sorrows suddenly I can see one of them … Continue reading Evening Market
Once Upon a Rhyme
By Tim Law Once upon a rhymeA robin built a nestIt flew around the worldUntil it realized home is bestOnce upon a rhymeA rocket launched at noonIt swam through a sea of starsBefore landing on the moonOnce upon a rhymeI met a happy clownHe made up a songI sang alongMy frown turned upside downOnce upon … Continue reading Once Upon a Rhyme
Eerie Echoes
By Brenda Mox Into the flare of twilightwhere color is a field of possibilities,she disappears into the circle of breathing clouds to find refugein another realm where magic happens.Beyond a circle of the familiar,her path meanders according to whim.Each direction a world of uncertain futuresunwound through time and space.High on possibilities rife with paradox, her … Continue reading Eerie Echoes
Static
By Ben Macnair The asphalt rippled under the oppressive heat, a black ribbon stretching into a horizon that shimmered with false promises. Arthur traced the lines on his topographical map, his thumb smudged with dried coffee. This forgotten stretch of highway, nicknamed 'The Devil's Backbone' by some ancient guidebook, was supposed to lead him to … Continue reading Static
Academy of the Heart And Mind 