By Julia Vaughan Heartache Victorian rivers flooding as far as you can see Lodden, Ovens, Broken, Maribyrnong, and Campapse Sandbags fail at the substation Centres open for evacuation Sodden kangaroos, SES rescues at Seven Creeks Victorian rivers flooding as far as you can see Third la Nina in a row, the ground's saturated completely Seething … Continue reading Heartache And Other Poems
Sand Stroll
By Frances Leitch In strolling and viewing its person, one reflects upon a sunshine land of many faces – and changing faces. The desert’s land has a voice of challenge, wonder, and beauty. Sand Stroll Quiet it be Strolling the land of shifting sand But for the chirp of a cactus wren winging to needles … Continue reading Sand Stroll
1981 And Other Poems
By Richard LeDue 1981 Always thought I was a Gen Xer, but I'm actually a Millennial, meaning I'm no different except on a graph somewhere that might as well be faces on Mars photoshopped into rocks, or was it the rocks that did a person impression? It doesn't change the interest rate on my credit … Continue reading 1981 And Other Poems
Passing Through
By Reeve Chudd The dining room was filled with the familiar scents of roast turkey and Mrs. Carter’s heavy perfume as Blanche sat down for her monthly dinner at her parents’ home. The oversized chandelier bathed the dining room in almost blinding light, and the black marble inserts in the redwood dining table shimmered with … Continue reading Passing Through
The little things we say to get us through the hurricane And Other Poems
By Oliver Kleyer The little things we say to get us through the hurricane Fear not, my love, it will be over soon,, the howling has become much lower & the loose roof tiles have already stopped their banging. Don’t be afraid, we’re safe in this house, it’s solid. My greatgrandfather built it with his … Continue reading The little things we say to get us through the hurricane And Other Poems
the old man’s opus And Other Poems
By Terry Jude Miller the old man’s opus darkness at my window so frequent the visit its presence almost disregarded the perfect light by which to set pencil to the endpoint of infinity—everything moves on from here I place the slippered foot upon that path only after looking back—only after turning into a pillar of … Continue reading the old man’s opus And Other Poems
The Old Abbey and Other Poems
By Joan Lerman The Old Abbey The bells were rung so energetically by the young novice after vespers but I could no longer see the white-robed figures who’d filed past the stained-glass windows and wooden doors. The brothers and priests prayed aloud as they stood outside in line; I caught a glimpse of their long … Continue reading The Old Abbey and Other Poems
In Vino Veritas and Other Poems
By Joseph T. Moran, J.D. In Vino Veritas I know the saying, “In wine, there is truth.” But I’ve only Scotch. So, I guess, it’ll be the truth ... and then some. Under the Weeping Sky Drenched, shivering, alone; but still I can’t leave. I rub my fingers together . . . they feel nothing. … Continue reading In Vino Veritas and Other Poems
The Grandparents
By Musu Bangura The sun was making its way into Alpha’s yard for another day of life. He needed fresh coffee beans. Their current stash, that had already been picked, washed, processed and roasted the week before, had run low according to his wife, Jeneba. But there was still enough left over this morning to … Continue reading The Grandparents
The Comic Book
By Eric Burbridge It was not often nostalgia overtook me, but today it hit hard. When I turned down Cottage Grove Ave. at 95th street memories of my grammar school days and classmates who were, like myself, comic book fanatics. I pulled over at 89th street, parked several car lengths from a bus shelter, popped … Continue reading The Comic Book
Academy of the Heart And Mind 