By Virginia Macy The light needn't be half as bright Especially at night To illuminate the truth We must face in the day All the fear this truth reveals Is we must face it all to heal And change the course Our country is reeling in Towards what may be our fiery end We must … Continue reading We Must Vote
Raging With Excitement
By J.J. Campbell it's the sound of heels on concrete or tile floors that immediately gets my imagination raging with excitement hopefully the legs are long and i will be given plenty of rope
“FIGHT IT”
By David Chukwudi Njoku Fight it, Stop it, Let it out, Don't give in to its thoughts, is a killer of destiny, don't allow hold water, no matter its package, it can give you eternal joy only but a short time relief. Stop it, how dare you! TRAMADOL, is a death trap filled with ephemerals, no … Continue reading “FIGHT IT”
Poems by Ryan Quinn Flannagan
Karl Marx Alienated Me from my Washing Machine Karl Marx alienated me from my washing machine and now I don’t have any clean laundry. And if I leave the house naked again I’ll be a repeat offender. And you know what most everyone thinks of double-dippers. Crossing the Rubicon with a Case of … Continue reading Poems by Ryan Quinn Flannagan
“The Way of the Dinosaurs”
By Thomas Page “Hall of the Dinosaurs” sits ‘bove the great Weight of the history museum down there, Where all that was a la mode now preserved Reserved as a lesson for us on what Clear-cut reasons are now daguerreotypes, Stereotypes of yestreens of the mind. Kind blurbs familiarize us as guests; Requests for a … Continue reading “The Way of the Dinosaurs”
When Taking My Blood Sugar
By J.J. Campbell there are days where i enjoy the pain more than others when i hit the nerve in my finger in the morning while taking my blood sugar i know it's going to be a day where i seek the pain out too bad i'm not driving alone at the … Continue reading When Taking My Blood Sugar
Haiku 257-267
By Thomas Page 257 Minutes morph into Hours as the students try To babble different sounds 258 Students, no matter Where they go to school, will talk ‘Bout anything but 259 Adulthood, like beams Made from cave-dripped water, Fuses without notice 260 A parking lot made Barren by the revolving Moonlight—glowing eyes … Continue reading Haiku 257-267
“Kitchen, Sinister”
By Laura Potts Ten springs gone in my morning of life, I wore light in the summer of my voice, in the candles once made of my eyes. That night dusk swung out and away into noise wild and white above town, and down in my childhood garden lost the pond breathed out light … Continue reading “Kitchen, Sinister”
Its time has not come
By Rajnish Mishra This is not the poem I always wanted to write. Its time has not come, not yet. This one is on what I always wanted to write, but never did. I wanted to write of shiuli flowers in bloom. No, it’s not English, it rises from the soil: the name, not … Continue reading Its time has not come
Haiku 268-278
By Thomas Page 268 A dying leaf, life In miniature; a mystery Play put on by trees. 269 A wolf howling at The moon is looking for some Other of its kind. 270 A child will not know The fruits thrown into the trash By his own parents. 271 A caterpillar Wishes to be a … Continue reading Haiku 268-278
Academy of the Heart And Mind 