By Nenad Kojic Hyde Park Corner, London, 2051. Mangled weather, bluff and blustery, yawned overhead like a sea without a shore. An urgent wind whistled its toothless tune to the swaying trees that surrounded the sleeping circus in its midst, driving sheets of rain against … Continue reading A Fine Breakfast
Poems by C.L. Warrington
MASQUERADE This Face I wear to show what the world expects to see, a carefully painted visage rendered in muscles strained and emotions held in check. These garments I don to match the Face with its painted smile, the eyes alight and the cheeks flushed with false vitality, are camouflage in all its manipulative forms. … Continue reading Poems by C.L. Warrington
The Song That Woke Me Up
By Alex Andy Phuong For the longest time, I viewed life with an existential perspective as I previously believed that life simply has no meaning. Lost and confused, I doubted the possibility that there is a reason for why I live. However, the simple act of curiosity helped me experience what I … Continue reading The Song That Woke Me Up
Five Poems by Kihyeon Lee
Adieu, adieu, my native star! Adieu, adieu! my native star!Remember this farewell from one going yonder so farFrom a shore where he would gather an eye-ful of teardrops,As if they would turn into some unknown diamond-drops! No need to add to the Sea of Sadness, forHe is now on a journey for what he so … Continue reading Five Poems by Kihyeon Lee
Poems by Ann Christine Tabaka
Resist Against Resistance Stand upSit downTake a kneeTurn your backProtests are nothing new Silent facesMouths tapedEyes shutArms crossedDisbelief fosters opposition Signs screamWords redExclamation marksHeld highMarching across the land Roads closedBodies proneBodies supineBlock trafficSolidarity harbors truth Your Warmth Twenty six years together,eight of them good,none really bad. So what if we sleepin separate rooms? Many of … Continue reading Poems by Ann Christine Tabaka
Unerring Simplicity
By Jim Bates Life and death,Wrapping around,Pushing and pulling daily,Bring a clarity not seen before.Memory keeps those lost to us alive in our hearts,And joy lifts the spirit, like when cradling a new born child.Today drifts into tomorrow,Where one’s dreams of the futureLie waiting to unfold.Here and now,We live and love,And feel the march of … Continue reading Unerring Simplicity
Editorial Correction
Dear Readers, The poem "The Garden" has the wrong name for its author. It should read Anne Brison.
It is not that important
By Ira Darmohrai it is not that important for me how old you are the length and colour of your hair the price of your sweater and how many pairs of shoes you have. tell me about the brightest moments of your life about bedtime rituals from childhood what gives you goosebumps and how … Continue reading It is not that important
Escape
By Ian Copestick As I walk there's a pleasant, green landscape full of young flowers, and trees so old. But it doesn't encapsulate the colours in my soul. There are dark, deep blues, purples and blacks Around the edges a crimson rage. Even now, I have to hold some of it back, or it would … Continue reading Escape
Poems by Robert L. Martin
Weavers of the Clay Fatherly fathers, potters of the clay, ambassadors of morality and knowledge, inheritors of obligations, relinquishing their self fulfilling desires, giving up their selfish dreams, molding their sons and daughters on the potter's wheel with sagacious hands and careful fingers, defining and representing moral integrity and providence, planting seeds in their minds, … Continue reading Poems by Robert L. Martin
Academy of the Heart And Mind 