By Ken Allen Dronsfield Today I'll travel to the swamp and woods to do a little artistic sketching for those painting projects during the warm summer. As I leave with my thermos and bag, a lone cardinal sits by the empty feeder, snail trails arrive in the freshly tilled garden. Gentle rains beget fresh greener … Continue reading With Charcoal Black Version III
Lorie
Lorie By Michael Lee Johnson Lorie, you want to see me clearly through this joy of my naked body avoiding the sweat of my emotions, just breathing on my neck rubbing this baseline of my groin- will not find us here again. Go away, leave me thinking louder than your breath- body moves quietly in … Continue reading Lorie
“Paper Man”
By Allison Grayhurst Those were the distances, the attachment of your soul to mine, where we slept in the windy valley with that imbecile comedian who would play the flute and try to emulate your profound nature. The day you opened the door and I walked in, stared at your multi-coloured paintings, grateful to … Continue reading “Paper Man”
Restless Hawk
Restless Hawk (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson The angels of wings are always in flight be the devil or archangel Michael. I'm a hawk, I'm a night owl night barroom flights, fighter, seeing eyes that eye me contact, not blind, a rhythm of sensuality. I take my shower, deep breath, scrub good off my skin, breathe … Continue reading Restless Hawk
Poems by Laura Potts
Friday The evening of your days I remember always on the other side of a hospice night. A funeral in my face, your ghostcandled fatherlight still laughing, bright, white in the winter of your age. The world in your ember days lit up its lights in a biblical rain. Long and far, the … Continue reading Poems by Laura Potts
A Peep Through The Window Of Heaven
A million million spermatozoa All of them alive: Out of their cataclysm but one poor Noah Dare hope to survive. And among that billion minus one Might have chanced to be Shakespeare, Another Newton, a new Donne - But the one was Me. - Aldous Huxley She was just the shy type. She was … Continue reading A Peep Through The Window Of Heaven
“When He Rides”
By Allison Grayhurst Unearthly dreams illuminate him where gardens lay their petals to rest. They creep now, his eyes, into sad and forbidden realms of insanity’s broken weight. Loose threads dangling from his mind. Loose thoughts that have no ending. Lost on his lips, something unleashed like music, something like my love. … Continue reading “When He Rides”
Zev Torres : Five Poems
Who We Are It is not that there are no secrets between us But rather that our secrets are Vital parts of our constitutions. We are who we are Despite our secrets Or perhaps because of our secrets How we guard our secrets Curl around our secrets Shape our lives so our secrets Are not … Continue reading Zev Torres : Five Poems
Poems by James Diaz
Strange Bliss The holy broken turns its face in the half-light again - what's your name again who gave this to you, so much pain I see it there writ on the lines of your face how long's it been since you last stepped outside the shadow of all the stuff that doesn't belong to … Continue reading Poems by James Diaz
Leonard Cohen My Friend
Leonard Cohen My Friend (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson Death is a bitch and a whore comes with hat on or off, Jewish, Christian or lover years ago called Nancy. Death is a passport, a left behind baggage note. My leverage sinks, I see you pass human. These my fears, your fright, being broke, old-royalties … Continue reading Leonard Cohen My Friend
Academy of the Heart And Mind 