By D. Marie Fitzgerald An Empty Box appeared in A Perfect World published by One Spirit Press My brother was sent away to military schoolwhen he was in fourth grade.A nun told my motherthat military school wouldcure his stuttering.Sixty plus years laterhe still stutters.His first year at St. Catherine’she hid an empty box of Valentine’s … Continue reading An Empty Box
Oceans
By lilith connor Please,Let me remember the scent of the ocean,Tidal waves crashing against the shore. BestowUpon me the remembrance of beautiful things,The remembrance of long ago.Please, Let me remember the sightOf the ripple effect-The knowledge: that peace in such smiles are everlasting, the lawOf conservation of energy, our kindred spiritsWill feel those smiles.Please, Let … Continue reading Oceans
Keeping Watch
By Juanita Rey At night, a silence not even traffic can break through.Five days alone after two days companyPlates shine in the tray.Same with utensils.And cabinet doors.I’ve had time to clean.And clean again.I haven’t the urge to read or write.I could call a friendbut a voice is not what I need right now.I drink coffee,for … Continue reading Keeping Watch
An Accounting
By John Grey I grew up in Australiaand you in Massachusetts.How we got togetherjust feels like small changeat this point.No need to stuff my hand in my pocket.I know it’s there.Randomness, coincidence…they’re just quarters and dimes,pennies even.The real money is us.We count on itmore than we count it. John Grey is an Australian poet, US … Continue reading An Accounting
Sunday Rain
By Stephen Mead Dove-gray of course, another peace-pearlthe sheen of these streets,the droplets speckling screens & panesthrough the sounds of some near-slumber -this twittering of birds behind that highway,those tires sizzling to distance& then again, lemon air,the rain thrumming over the petalsin pockets of quiet I feel with shut eyes,the lids as wings vowing today, … Continue reading Sunday Rain
Four Spring Haiku
By Jim Bates Purple ConeflowerMonarch butterfly alightsDouble delightful.After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift.Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature's hands.Woodland stream flowingWhispering sweet trickling songsNature's lullaby. Jim lives in a small-town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories and poems have appeared in over three hundred publications. “Resilience” a collection … Continue reading Four Spring Haiku
“Gratitudes” by Channie Greenberg Out Now!
Some of the art that was originally in The Academy of the Heart and Mind is now in Greenberg's newest book, Gratitudes: Faith-Based Responses to Oct. 7th https://www.amazon.com/Gratitudes-KJ-Hannah-Greenberg/dp/B0F6SYX8GR/?encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_w=lE9m7&content-id=amzn1.sym.c2cf8313-b86b-4327-9de4-9398adaa570b:amzn1.symc.a68f4ca3-28dc-4388-a2cf-24672c480d8f&pf_rd_p=c2cf8313-b86b-4327-9de4-9398adaa570b&pf_rd_r=6TCD0P5F3699GNE1WQAZ&pd_rd_wg=7eFu9&pd_rd_r=1a3cf086-0b78-40ee-9c58-e4736fe9b9ae&ref=pd_hp_d_atf_ci_mcx_mr_ca_hp_atf_d
The Child Who Lived in Books
By Elanur Williams I am looking for that bright-eyed childwhose words whispered spells hidden between the shelves, who spent afternoons scavenging the tall stacks for stories, leavesrustling in the half-light. Elanur Williams is a teacher who has taught in elementary schools and at adult learning centers. She writes from New York, where she lives with her … Continue reading The Child Who Lived in Books
Where I find my poems
By Oliver Kleyer At the bottom Of my teacup. Between the lines Of my diary. In all the places thatI go to when I sleep. In a bird’s nest In the forest.On the wings ofThe year’s first butterfly.In the pages ofMy old fairy tale book. In the mirror Of your eyes. Oliver Kleyer is a … Continue reading Where I find my poems
Sleep Eludes Me
By Michael De Rosa Sleep eludes me.Every minute seems to have more than sixty seconds.Seconds take their time to slide away.The night is still, but not my mind.Katydids had ceased their chirping.But not the buzzing of my thoughts.Reliving the worst of times.All my shortcomings, failures. In all their color and sound.Did I really say that, … Continue reading Sleep Eludes Me
Academy of the Heart And Mind 