By Katie Barnett Before sparrows singStillness settles in the evesTime lapses if stalled andHumans slumber in tranquilityBut I, I rejoiceIn the night sky’s resilience whereSilence curves around the edgesSlipping into my snug fitting robeWhere solace blanketsPeace lingers, ever present, abidingMy mind, devoid of clutterRevels in the intoxication of solitudeSacred hours melt into dawnAnd I, I … Continue reading Dawn
Washed Transparent
By Brenda Mox As rain beat bruisingly outsidethe earth’s dirty, beastly, unsavorydepths parted and rolled asunder.Rain blackened the round and vital earth.A soul washed transparent sat,motionless in physical abstraction,barely distinguishable from non-entity,where every parting means a meeting –elsewhere.Inevitable as the course of time,the serpent swallows itself with a sudden snort of astonished laughterand imbecile obstinacy. … Continue reading Washed Transparent
Don’t Forget to Submit to Our AHM’s 9th Anniversary Contest!
Submissions are due by May 15th. Here are the contest parameters: It’s our ninth anniversary so we would like to read poetry, stories, and essays that exemplify the traditional gifts for nine years: Pottery Bronze Willows Or some nontraditional ones Leather Terra Cotta Lapis Lazuli Poppy
Capacious Capacity
By Alex Andy Phuong The ownership of a room of one’s ownInvolves so much moreThan just anything within a bedroom,Especially since there is true valueWith maintaining personal values,And since life itselfIs valuable as well,Then let the magic of being aliveCast an enchanting spell,For time will tellWhat the future shall bring,So be prepared for anything,And being … Continue reading Capacious Capacity
True Faith
By J.S. O’Keefe Missing in the murk;ambivalence boiling from the bog; the mind drifts through blurred ideas, chasing meaning and wondering if true faith remains. We were born in another town's shadow, shaped by the salt of hereabout tears; souls packed, pressed breathless, aching to burst free. We only count on ourselves; cheek by jowl, defiant, unyielding; no room for envy or hollow … Continue reading True Faith
A Carless Moment and Other Artwork
By Edward Michael Supranowicz Created with GIMP Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Lithuanian/Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a grad background in painting and printmaking. Some of his artwork has recently or will soon appear in Fish Food, Streetlight, Another Chicago Magazine, Door Is A … Continue reading A Carless Moment and Other Artwork
Mesquite Flat Dunes
By Thomai Dunn Thomai Dunn was born in 2006 in Bakersfield, California. In 2026, she’ll graduate with a Studio Arts AAT along with 3 other degrees and 1 certificate. She was included in the student art galleries of Emerson Middle School, Bakersfield High School, and Bakersfield College. She was a member of the Bakersfield High … Continue reading Mesquite Flat Dunes
Four Springtime Haiku
By James Bates Fresh lilacs bloomingLily-of-the-valley tooSpringtime scent so sweet. Springtime misting rainTender garden shoots reachingThirstily drinking.Deep woods forest pathLeafy green canopy aboveSleepy shade below.Late day setting sunLast light filters through the treesBlanket of soft warmth. Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories have appeared online in CafeLit, The Writers' … Continue reading Four Springtime Haiku
Hive behind the left eye
By Jordan Corley Hive hums somewhere behind the left eye. Drip of gold down the neck —molten sugar rots in afternoon heat.Today reached 37 degrees A helmet of bees—no straps, just teeth.Frantic needles in a dance you didn’t learn.Buzz like loose wires chewing a lightbulb before the electric shockWaxface on backwards again.Chin too tight, lips … Continue reading Hive behind the left eye
Hurriyet
By Ritu Borah But I will pick up my eyes from the middle—or from where I left them— to see. Like a hydrant hot springtravelling deep indoors, something stirs and spills—to chill, to blend, to radiate. Little smokes outside,a wave rising from the shivering floor. Under their burn-belts, newly observant eyes—the sun, carrying its own … Continue reading Hurriyet
Academy of the Heart And Mind 