By Thembi Vuna Like withered leaves my dreams are fading away, like my desire to live, my passion is buried within me , but the groaning of my Spirit is like fire that can not be quenched, the hunger of my unveiling is to strong,’ my mind keeps drifting but the echoing of my destiny … Continue reading The Star’s Aligned
Henry Aaron and Other Poems
By Michael Ceraolo Henry Aaron I was too new to argue when a Braves PR guy decided to call me Hank; everyone who knew me called me Henry From what I've heard of Babe Ruth, he would have congratulated me for breaking his record, just as I later congratulated Barry Bonds But in April 1974 … Continue reading Henry Aaron and Other Poems
Hydrogen
By Jim Bates I remember hearing the song by Three Dog Night, “One Is the Loneliest Number,” and thinking, Yeah, that’s me. All by myself. No one cares. Now I see that thought for what it really was, a cry in the night from a frightened six-year-old kid whose parents abandoned him to the child … Continue reading Hydrogen
Decisions, Decisions
By Laura Stamps I’m thinking about Max. My imaginary dog. And this. This is the reason. Why. He’s a Chihuahua. It’s this page. The next page. In this dog magazine. It’s an article about the best brushes for each breed. How to choose the right one. My Max. Like I said. This is why he’s … Continue reading Decisions, Decisions
Old Glories and Other Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Old Glories Grand Pop would coat with calamine, a paler pink, war painting art, with blue tats, stark veins, printed back, tempura fresco, Plato’s cave. Unfocussed, waving, rising glare, that shimmer shared by eagle wings, though, sleeping on this surfer strand, a factor needed, real ale slump: I hang back now while … Continue reading Old Glories and Other Poems
Learning Like
By Earl Smith II As it happened Raccoon was foraging along the eastern bank of Brook That Wanders Through the Western Woods. The air was crisp this late fall day and the trees along both banks had already dropped some of their leaves, many of them onto the surface of Brook, only to be dutifully … Continue reading Learning Like
Fog of War and Other Poems
By Andrew Scott Fog of War In the dense fog of war there is a clear vision of messages being returned. The fog demonstrates the glory of a majestic soldier caring for all around, the injured and weak. War rooms are crystal clean, full of medaled gladiators plans for the enhancement of all people’s lives. … Continue reading Fog of War and Other Poems
Let Go and Other Micro Poems
By Sheila Henry Let Go Let go and dance to the beat of your inner rhythm move with the flow where the journey of life brings you sometimes a rocky road when the journey seems filled with despair and tears fall like raindrops sometimes a sweet reprieve when your path seems straight and clear and … Continue reading Let Go and Other Micro Poems
This Is My Farewell
By Ashley Moss I should probably call you, but I won’t. We should probably remain friends. I know you want to, but I don’t. My broken heart has to mend. It’s not really my style to be so mean and ignore you. I’m not myself. My intention was never to hurt you. We should just … Continue reading This Is My Farewell
Black Miniskirt
By Sangeetha G She secretly removed the black colored miniskirt and pastel top from the cupboard and stuffed them hurriedly into her bag. She then adjusted the tip of her saree over her head to make her face only partially visible. She did not forget to wear all the signs of a traditional daughter-in-law - … Continue reading Black Miniskirt
Academy of the Heart And Mind 