By Kathleen Sullivan Drawing in a deep breath, Harriet peered out from the window in the lobby of the most pretentious hotel in Knightsbridge. She furrowed her brow toward a sunken sky as autumn gusts blew down the avenue and scattered crumpled, bronze leaves toward her and the intimidating sandstone facade. Round and round the … Continue reading In the Grips of Paris
The Hummingbird
By Fred Miller With his wee feathered coat shining bright, he darts about in a blaze. A happy little fellow, he romps from flower to flower. I want to ask him if his tastes ever change. Do his wings make a hum, does he whistle, can he sing? Like a bee, he races this way … Continue reading The Hummingbird
The First Day of Spring? and I Know That I Know Nothing
By Ian Copestick The First Day of Spring? I was out walking this afternoon, and suddenly it seemed as if the atmosphere changed. The wind stopped cutting into me, I could sense the sun on my face. In the distance, I could see the sunlight being reflected in windows, golden, dazzling ! My spirit suddenly … Continue reading The First Day of Spring? and I Know That I Know Nothing
Watching You
By Nancy Lou Henderson Running, leaping, dancing along the electric line, watching, praying you will be fine. Straddling, clinging, sleeping on the branch of a tree, wondering, questioning if you see me. Flipping, rushing, fleeing from a Mocking bird, laughing, knowing that you heard. Digging, covering, patting the ground, loving, seeing, as you look around. … Continue reading Watching You
Fruit of Sin
By Suveeksha Viswanathan A towering ceiling fan, an untrustable axle, making my slumber my last. A rope casted round their neck, felicitous ants floating on a jar full of honey. A placid, vile snake you were, warm, loving scales coiling, I the hen unaware. A frolicking raven is to a wolf, a hook to an … Continue reading Fruit of Sin
Vanity and Dust and Other Poems
By Nolo Segundo Vanity and Dust Vanity and dust, Dust and vanity— Is that all we are? Clashing egos, Scheming, soulless, Taking and getting Only to lose all to That cheater Death? When all you love Will one day turn To dust, and none Can beat emptiness, Then you must pick— That all is but … Continue reading Vanity and Dust and Other Poems
In the Web
By Solahudeen Ridwanullah O. Spiders are here again tangling webs One entangles into the other like inter-net May our spirits connect Like the twin arms of a walking clock One ticks as the other tacks. Mother said honey is good for kids, I threw cakes away and shuddered towards her breast. To see is eyes; … Continue reading In the Web
The Walk
By Medha Godbole Singh I walk and walk Till my muscles scream My tendons tear apart I walk and walk Till my thoughts Completely consume me My mind running amuck I walk and walk till My breath gives way And everything around me goes numb I walk and walk Till the voice in my head … Continue reading The Walk
Union Station
By T.R. Healy As he waited for the traffic light to turn green, Harris Stears glanced at the sheet of paper on the passenger seat to check the address of the next garage sale he intended to visit this morning. Already he had visited three sales and not found anything worth buying. He just hoped … Continue reading Union Station
Finding Home in India
By Sarah Brennan Bright green fields gave way to dusty roadsides and simple buildings as the car I had hired made its way into the small town of Sargur, India. As we turned off the highway the road narrowed, and the car wove its way through town. The pavement all but disappeared and the road … Continue reading Finding Home in India
Academy of the Heart And Mind 