Sonoran my skin carries the radiation of phone glow the radio. Of something static O Arizona. Azure eyes & sandy cries just an echo. I want to say I am hallowed. That I carried your branches with me too as extra arms but I am night and limb- … Continue reading Four Poems by James Croal Jackson
The Untranslatable: Boketto
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. In a train of a thousand eyes all jumping to the currents of the third rail All seeking to rest on a … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Boketto
Don’t Cry
By Rosanne Trost Reluctant at first To embark on this new path Not so sure She could always leave No commitment Might not be a good fit Gradually it happened She was hooked Looked forward to being together Fun happy times Grateful that she had taken that first scary step Life-changing Yet there were … Continue reading Don’t Cry
Art by Michael Arca Sedda
Michael Arca Sedda was born in Rome on January 30th 1993. He got his Diploma at the High School of Art "Via di Ripetta", the most recognized and ancient school of art in Rome. After the high school studies, he graduated at the Academy of Digital Art of Rome with a 30/30 result. He works as … Continue reading Art by Michael Arca Sedda
Poems by Ian Copestick
By Ian Copestick It Helps It's a sunny day At the start of September. The Kind that makes Your endorphins Dance, puts a Spring in your Step and a song In your heart. You Need days like This. When it seems Like the world has Gone insane, and Nothing is going Right. It helps when … Continue reading Poems by Ian Copestick
At Night
By Lynn White At Night I think I am less afraid of the dark than the light. Night time engulfs me, covers me gently with it’s thick darkness, comforts me with it’s curtains of blackness. I don’t need to hide. It hides me. Hides me from exposure, hides from me that which I fear … Continue reading At Night
Two Poems by Ursula McCabe
GOOSE BUMPS Goose bumps- miniature primal humps. If we had more hair, we would never notice you. But it’s not just the chill that elevates these tiny nodes. For me it was the misty fall walk near a brackish coastal stream. Suede like cattail heads buoyant with slight wind, reed foliage set the stage, … Continue reading Two Poems by Ursula McCabe
Two Poems by Daniel Barbare
The Visitor The Falcon Flaps Across The Yard With Its Strong Wings And Graceful Feathers Then Perches In A Maple. Doctor Appointment Sitting In The Waiting Room Programmed By The TV Names Ticking Like The Clock Ten O Clock Sharp The Art Of Good Medicine.
The Untranslatable: Zhaghzhagh
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. Standing in a post open to the cold With the frosty air seeping in like the adder Circling my gloved hand poisoning … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Zhaghzhagh
Night’s Wedding
By Gina Elliott The sun burned in envy, when the night wed the moon, adorned in stars, with the Milky Way her bridal gown, A hush enveloped her … Continue reading Night’s Wedding
Academy of the Heart And Mind 