By Molly Ketcheson Sometimes she woke up crying. In her dreams, the Blank Year still existed. Or so Annie presumed whenever she was dragged from sleep with heaving sobs but no recollection of why the tears ran down her cheeks. She wasn't sure if she was crying because the memory was devastating or simply … Continue reading To Still Exist
The Limits of the Sun
By Ahmad Al-Khatat Take me to the limits of the sun Away from the miserable nest -of skeletons, simply because they remind me of my thirty-five years Take me back in your warm dream Where life’s bitterness appears more like a blooming rose in the direction of the cemetery, in which we can smile … Continue reading The Limits of the Sun
Academy of the Heart And Mind 