By Joe Ducato Lopez dragged his cello case down the sidewalk. He passed some boys running through gushing water from a fire hydrant then the aroma shop where the calico cat was on the fence, its tail swaying like the pendulum of a grandfather’s clock. Not so far away sunlight blanketed the side of the … Continue reading From Yonder Comes
My Poetry is Blue
By Mike Turner My poetry is blueLike the vaulting summer skyFleecy clouds and warming sunThe winds on which to flyMy poetry is blueLike the bounding, endless seaSails of white and gold beach sandsCast off, and voyaging freeMy poetry is blueLike the depths of wan despairThough faith, longing, endurance, hopeGive us some comfort thereMy poetry is … Continue reading My Poetry is Blue
The Dark Side of Albert: Einstein and Mileva Marić, his First Wife
By David R. Topper Albert Einstein was the most photographed scientist of the 20th century. The scope of emotions depicted range from the serious to the silly: from looking like a secular saint with hands folded and deep in contemplation of supposedly solemn thoughts, to the image hanging in front of me on the bulletin … Continue reading The Dark Side of Albert: Einstein and Mileva Marić, his First Wife
In My Own Little World
By Samanyu Kotha In my own little world,Exiled by my mind,Into the depths of imagination,Here I lie beyond time and space,I rest in a limbo, without a trace,I think I’m so strong,So powerful and all-knowing,Little do I know that I’m fooling myself,You’re insane they say,Get a better hobby,Here in my mind,I seek to be surreal,What … Continue reading In My Own Little World
Silence Deeper Than Words
By Richard LeDue The voices from my youth,which I believed would never change,nor sink in the silence deeper than words one calls a poem,are gone now, dispelled like doubtthat keeps a person from saying wordsbeyond a polite hello,and the cricket songs from past summer nightsmake poor metaphors for timelessness,even if eight hours of sleep finds … Continue reading Silence Deeper Than Words
In My Will
By Michael Lee Johnson In my will, there will be a pinball machine.A renovated jukebox from American Pickers,a cable TV show. For the taverns, bars, and basements of fun seekers for thosewho long to be free and ferocious.I no longer fear death.Empty vodka bottle by my bed.A dusty Bible underlinedJesus’ messages in red. Michael Lee … Continue reading In My Will
Who am I?
By Kaitlyn Pereira Who am I? I am my parents’ child. An only child, Which means I am not only their daughter But also their son. I keep my mother on the inside of the road And glare at the men who stare at her. I help my father build the bed And fix the … Continue reading Who am I?
A Day In The Life
By Hailey Huber 3 a.m.: She cries. A sound that breaks the bubble of the world, so soft and delicate. 4 a.m.: She wakes. The blanket closes around her as she twists and turns. The wooden bars melt away as hands come down from the sky. 5 a.m.: She walks. Cameras capture her from every … Continue reading A Day In The Life
Reflections
By Todd Adams I was watering our purple phlox with an absent mind, ruminating on things that might have been or worrying about those to come, when I caught sight of a dark shape flashing around my legs. I stood stock still, fearing it was a giant wasp or some other stinging creature, but then … Continue reading Reflections
Academy of the Heart And Mind 