By Ann Christine Tabaka I sit here and wait for someone to come along, and snatch me up. like free goodies to sample at a grocery store display. The tasty tempting morsels that everybody wants to try. Who will grab this delectable treat and claim me for their own? I’ve sat on the shelf for … Continue reading On The Shelf
‘Paratrooper Plaything’
By Chad Horn
Seaside
By Ann Christine Tabaka Painted sails in the wind, trailing colorful dreams in their wake. Rings around the sun. Sights of the imagination singing back to me in a soft voice. Brisk salt breeze ripping through my damp hair. The scent of brine filling my head. Sand crusted limbs. Sun burnt toes. Sound of gulls overhead. … Continue reading Seaside
“Cheating Death 20 Times
By Jake Aller In my 62 trips around the sun, I cheated death 20 times. These are the true stories. If I ever meet the grim reaper I’d like to ask him why he spared me all these times. Five Childhood Illnesses Hit me at age Six I was a preemie. Born two months early. … Continue reading “Cheating Death 20 Times
Noises Off
By Emma Woodford There, is a noise that wasn’t there before a rough scrawl on the wind, or the heating going crazy the sound grows louder, coming from the outside. down there in the street q large man inside a cabin holds a radio wired to the ceiling in one hand the other on the … Continue reading Noises Off
Response to Dylan Thomas
By: Emma Woodford
The Sacrifice
By Thomas Page You find yourself locked in a dungeon with no idea how you got there. Covered with gossamer and dried stains (blood?) you look up at the door with light spilling out and think that whoever put you in here must want that door closed tight. You try to stand but find a … Continue reading The Sacrifice
Fallen Angels
By Chad Horn
Eternal Game
By Ann Christine Tabaka Night sounds amble away with starlight at their heels. Seeking out the yawn of morning’s sleepy outstretched arms. Hours, four and twenty, play tag amongst themselves. A game the moon knows all too well. Dreams come to rest on shoulders white as milk, until the sunlight beckons, with eyes the color of … Continue reading Eternal Game
The Gate
By Thomas Page Now, I want to make sure I understand what you have said to me. You said, "You have only one sentence to convince me to let you through the gate." Does this count as a sentence or do you signal to me when my only sentence is done or do you just … Continue reading The Gate
Academy of the Heart And Mind 