My Abuelita takes great pride in her garden, in the trees she tends to. They grow tall, bright, and abundant like the family she created. Plump pomegranates overflow in buckets, purple figs swell and hang right above our heads, small limes cluster like tiles in a mosaic of green among verdant leaves, and aromatic guayabas … Continue reading June Micro Memoir Contest: Gold Winner: “Ghosts of Guayabas” by Evangeline Sanchez
June Micro Memoir Contest: Silver Winner: “What’s Eternal?” by William Hong
“Aja! Aja!” Moving his arms, tanned and burly from extended periods of labor but simultaneously frail and wrinkly towards the tips of his old fingers, my Grandpa, in his mid-seventies, clapped his hands to and fro with a cheery tone of encouragement as he briskly climbed up the half-paved mountainous path. Dragging my feet along … Continue reading June Micro Memoir Contest: Silver Winner: “What’s Eternal?” by William Hong
June Micro Memoir Contest: Bronze Winner: “Handle It” by Anna Lee
The throbbing pain inside my inflamed throat was excruciating.The congestion of my nasal passages made it nearly impossible for me to breathe. My head, which was as heavy as a concrete slab of stone, pulsed painfully with every step I took. “Anna. If you can’t handle it, just go see a doctor.”As I lay down … Continue reading June Micro Memoir Contest: Bronze Winner: “Handle It” by Anna Lee
Winners of the June Contest
Here are the winners of our sixth 2025 Contest! The dates next to their names will be the day their work will be posted to our website. 28: Bronze Winner: Anna Lee 29: Silver Winner: William Hong 30: Gold Winner: Evangeline Sanchez Thank you to everyone who entered into our contest!
Polymorphic
By Liz Shine If you should come across a bearwhile hiking, they saymake yourself large, menacing.This trick also works forwatercooler flirtations,the man who always interruptsin meetings to saywhat you said, only better. To avoid ever being a fishout of water, carrywater at all times,great pools of paradisewhere you can swimthrough moods, becausesome days it is … Continue reading Polymorphic
Academy Classics: Haiku by Thomas Page
We wanted to do a throwback to our first post on a June 26th all the way back from 2017. I was born on aRainy night. The rain seemsTo soothe me to sleep Rich Florida thunderRocks the house so much, almostFrying the circuits
In the Eyes of a Trash Can
By Duane Anderson Yes, I get all your trash. No doubt,some of your prize possessions,not that I am ever very hungryfor anything that you feed me.I don’t mind an occasional can or bottle,but those, you really ought to recycle,but forgive me for scolding you,I sometimes get so overloadedthat I can’t keep my top on tight.Yes, … Continue reading In the Eyes of a Trash Can
Mother
By lilith connor The sun loved me first,Loved me with it ́s golden armsWrapped around my flesh.Holding me closeSo I wouldn't disappear.The moon loved me second,The swollen fruit of my bodyWas warmed on cool winter nights.I have a mother that loves meLoves me like the sky and moon itself.She tried to buy me the sun.My … Continue reading Mother
Blooming Lights
By Frances Leitch The earth smiles with the rise of the sun, a light feeling growing over hill and valley and ocean blue. Blue skies overhead, flowers sprouting, plant grow, and leaves of trees drinking in the sun’s rays of renewal, a new day. Fire Light The morning’s flaming tailwhisks the night awayAs copper caverns … Continue reading Blooming Lights
The Village Cricket Team, 1913
By Ben Macnair Mr Brown remembered them well.All the fine boys who played Cricket on the Village Green,in the summer of 1913.He remembers their youth and vitality,and their innocence,in knocking out sixes and sevens,and winning against the older teams from the local villages.Mr Brown is alone in holding those memories.The Cricket Team of 1913 swapped … Continue reading The Village Cricket Team, 1913
Academy of the Heart And Mind 