By Michael Lee Johnson Walking across the seasons in exile in worn out house slippers, summer in Alberta prairies- snowshoes, cross-country skiing winter in Edmonton, Alberta. I'm man captured in Canadian wilderness, North Saskatchewan River. I embrace winters of this north call them mercy killers. Exiled now 10 years here I turn rain into thunder, days … Continue reading Canadian Seasons Exiled Poet
Ornamental Grasses
By Kelli J Gavin When I was a child, we didn’t travel very often. I didn’t even board a plane until I was 11 years old. We would go to cabins in the woods for a couple nights or so, but they were always within a few hours of home. My dad and mom worked … Continue reading Ornamental Grasses
Snug as a cat on a chair
By John Page
Seaview
By Ahmad Al-khatat Since the time I built my first sand castle and the waves damaged it I knew that temptation was not fancy in my small home nor in the castle of my princess The thieves are well trained to play with them meanwhile, tears are falling hopelessly Different drugs are no longer bad … Continue reading Seaview
sandman
By Wanda Morrow Clevenger there were times a year or two here and there at the housing when I had a bedroom to myself, upstairs facing the Christenson’s front door the window fan blared so behind the headboard I could talk out loud in anonymity I prayed in the wild whirl forever it … Continue reading sandman
love notes
By Wanda Morrow Clevenger arrived in the mail every single day for weeks sure I had kept them from you the notes then came incognito Wanda Morrow Clevenger lives in Hettick, IL. She use to keep small birds but they continued to commit suicide on her watch. Now she randomly kills orchids.
Burnt Leaves
By Ahmad Al-khatat Sometimes, it’s better to leave the past unsaid to anyone untrusted when the ears hear nothing of delight but about a world that is breaking in pieces of dryness and moisture Little birds of heaven fly above the graveyard of unknown tombs Some of them were actually for friends we met below the … Continue reading Burnt Leaves
Fishing is Great!
By Pat St. Pierre
The Soul Mirror
By Ahmad Al-khatat You see me, you follow me slow as the night when it slaughters the sunset above the clear skies Golden danger that you hide appears sad from your eyes End me and allow me to die above the pool of my rusty blood I don’t want to be the soul mirror with a … Continue reading The Soul Mirror
Summer Afternoon
By Pat St. Pierre
Academy of the Heart And Mind 