By Peter A. Witt A lot to think about over oatmeal, yogurt, and banana slices In the zuihitsu form Old dog lies on the carpet legs running in place, perhaps trying to futility chase that cantankerous cat who pounced him from the bushes during our late evening walk. Paper person came early today, slung paper … Continue reading A lot to think about over oatmeal, yogurt, and banana slices And Other Poems
The Dance
By Jamie Johnson The words square dance around in my head, unfixed, and unable to tumble down my tongue with ease. I try to talk but only stutter; the weight of those words; the allemandes and do si dos keep it stuck. Then you appear and the frequency in my brain calms; no more, swing … Continue reading The Dance
Ode to My Blue Target Watch
By Hailey Pierce I wear my watches on the inside of my wrist. Counterintuitive and strange, to lift my wrist, the joint cocked palm-away from my face to expose the blue spider veins under pale skin. But I see the time amongst the backdrop of my blood; heartbeats counting just like seconds, the rhythm of … Continue reading Ode to My Blue Target Watch
From Soil to Dust
By Dan Shpyra The bright lights were blinding Oleksa; his thin arm wiped the sweat from the forehead. June's sun did not play favourites. The man's weary blue eyes were staring at the dark rocks and dirt beneath the worn boots. As he leant to grab the pickaxe, the copper cross slipped from his linen … Continue reading From Soil to Dust
The scent of home and Other Poems
By Domina Petric The scent of home Heaven at night is full of stars. The candle on my table burns all night. The scent of purity fills my room. I am drawing the Perspective While the street lamps shine. Heavy rain clouds frown above the town. Heavenly Night can be felt only once. Rain, like … Continue reading The scent of home and Other Poems
Aina Ghar / The Mirror Room
By Mehreen Ahmed Between a three-hundred-year-old house of the Sufis, and an un-gated front yard, a quiet graveyard sleeps, where the bones of the ancestors rest. The spiritual leadership of this complex changes hands every time the previous sufi dies, and a new one is designated to the cushion called the Gaddi. who is then … Continue reading Aina Ghar / The Mirror Room
The Tranquility of Life
By Muhammed Sinan After a long time, I arrived at my heaven. No one uses or minds it. No one stays or comes. No one takes care of or builds up I can see a lot of rusty doors and windows. Pictures of scholars, gods, and historians were hanging on the sore wall. I looked … Continue reading The Tranquility of Life
Memory and Other Poems
By Dominik Slusarczyk Memory This light is Disguised as night. I watch it weave Its way through the Undergrowth like A snake slithering Over a pedantic lawn. I do not call out And beg it for Aid even though I Need light like I Need love: That light will not Help a dying star like … Continue reading Memory and Other Poems
Poem on Kindness
By Sangita Kansal By lighting the path of another You light your own Seeds of love and compassion Not hatred be sown Give spiritual light to the blind And voice to the downtrodden Leave no poor man behind Radiating warmth like the sun Sangita Kansal is a poet from England.
Going With the Flow
By Clara-Ève Landry Knowing my grip could not fight a force comparable to being hit by 5000 basketballs per second, I take a breath in the pocket of air created by the flat area of the raft and let myself go down the Kennebec River. “Feet up and let yourself be guided by the waves” … Continue reading Going With the Flow
Academy of the Heart And Mind 