By Michael Ceraolo Ty Cobb I should have done more checking on Stump before I accepted him as my ghostwriter I understand the hatchet job he did on me decades later in a biography was even worse than the job he did on me in my so-called autobiography The basepaths and batter's box … Continue reading Four Poems About Baseball
Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Reel Journeys Few weekend miles I pedal bike through juggernauts, a colporteur, of imaginations, peddler, to change her library books, as scout to scour travel shelves for tomes, to take round globe poor-sight shut-in. I, from saddle, expedition lead, survey routes, change climate, clime, prepare her passage, appoint path, sail wave, hack jungle … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Poems by John Sweet
some thoughts on the man she sees when she closes her eyes gives in to the incomplete shapes of the people from his past answers letters and emails, says i love you, says i loved you, watches snow blow past the windshield this is the world without color these moments are … Continue reading Poems by John Sweet
The Spirit
By Ian Copestick Sweet suburbia on a summer evening, families sitting in front of their houses, getting ready for the 8'O'Clock applause to thank the N.H.S. The British people standing as one, now that there's a common foe. Perhaps this is it, that fabled blitz and Dunkirk spirit, that helped us fight alone against … Continue reading The Spirit
Poems by Marc Carver
GIVE ME A REASON I have the same feeling I had before the covid people would walk away from me or look at me strangely or worry when I got too close to them only now they make it more obvious and now they have a real reason Not me I listen to the neighbours … Continue reading Poems by Marc Carver
Poems by John Grey
I’LL WRITE MINE, YOU WRITE YOURS I was barely born when I was suddenly the man of the house. My father died. I wept of course but only because I was hungry. I should have grown up fast but I didn’t. My mother and my three older sisters saw to that. Without … Continue reading Poems by John Grey
Father to Son
By Wegolonyo Erick But my son I speak to you with a humble voice Do I quarrel? (No, i do n—'t) Yet you heed off my free advice And I use My soprano vocal Not the heavy husky hectic bass! Dear son, perverse not in this road In this road of civilization.
Just Desserts
By Dawn DeBraal If only Hannah understood how abrasive she could be when she talked to people. Her mother never told her that she was offensive. Hannah never developed the filter that most of us have. The one we use to refrain from responding negatively toward a person. It seems every time Hannah opened her … Continue reading Just Desserts
Poetry
By Lynn Long Yellow butterflies on a spring breeze And the very real knowledge, I will never be- The summer wind navigating your ship upon love's tempestuous seas Eowyn to your Aragorn I fall with grace... Seeking shelter from the storm amid Autumn's reign- and finding solace in the winter... once again xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Winter blues One … Continue reading Poetry
Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
The Eye of the Storm The looming clouds provided a portent Even though some thought that they were not important The rains fell down heavy and hard but definitely not like the lugubrious tales from the Bard Such as William Shakespeare's Macbeth (With the weird sisters and whatnot) The sidewalk had raindrops all over it … Continue reading Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
Academy of the Heart And Mind 