By Kathleen Sullivan Drawing in a deep breath, Harriet peered out from the window in the lobby of the most pretentious hotel in Knightsbridge. She furrowed her brow toward a sunken sky as autumn gusts blew down the avenue and scattered crumpled, bronze leaves toward her and the intimidating sandstone facade. Round and round the … Continue reading In the Grips of Paris
The Hummingbird
By Fred Miller With his wee feathered coat shining bright, he darts about in a blaze. A happy little fellow, he romps from flower to flower. I want to ask him if his tastes ever change. Do his wings make a hum, does he whistle, can he sing? Like a bee, he races this way … Continue reading The Hummingbird
The First Day of Spring? and I Know That I Know Nothing
By Ian Copestick The First Day of Spring? I was out walking this afternoon, and suddenly it seemed as if the atmosphere changed. The wind stopped cutting into me, I could sense the sun on my face. In the distance, I could see the sunlight being reflected in windows, golden, dazzling ! My spirit suddenly … Continue reading The First Day of Spring? and I Know That I Know Nothing
Fruit of Sin
By Suveeksha Viswanathan A towering ceiling fan, an untrustable axle, making my slumber my last. A rope casted round their neck, felicitous ants floating on a jar full of honey. A placid, vile snake you were, warm, loving scales coiling, I the hen unaware. A frolicking raven is to a wolf, a hook to an … Continue reading Fruit of Sin
In the Web
By Solahudeen Ridwanullah O. Spiders are here again tangling webs One entangles into the other like inter-net May our spirits connect Like the twin arms of a walking clock One ticks as the other tacks. Mother said honey is good for kids, I threw cakes away and shuddered towards her breast. To see is eyes; … Continue reading In the Web
The Walk
By Medha Godbole Singh I walk and walk Till my muscles scream My tendons tear apart I walk and walk Till my thoughts Completely consume me My mind running amuck I walk and walk till My breath gives way And everything around me goes numb I walk and walk Till the voice in my head … Continue reading The Walk
Union Station
By T.R. Healy As he waited for the traffic light to turn green, Harris Stears glanced at the sheet of paper on the passenger seat to check the address of the next garage sale he intended to visit this morning. Already he had visited three sales and not found anything worth buying. He just hoped … Continue reading Union Station
May Flowers Contest Poetry Winner: “Wildflowers” by Stacie Eirich
Lay me in a field of wildflowers, that I may bask in the honeyed scent of many-colored blossoms, bright canary yellows, gentle lilacs, smooth ivories, pale pinks and vivid oranges, deep indigos and ravishing reds, wet with fresh dew they glisten against my skin, that I may dream of a place where Spring is everlasting, … Continue reading May Flowers Contest Poetry Winner: “Wildflowers” by Stacie Eirich
May Flower Contest Fiction Winner: “The Phases of the Moon: One Sentence Story” by Mehreen Ahmed
It was in the afternoon when the poet looked out of the window, sitting against a pillow, he saw a perfectly rounded moon of a still shadow in the summer’s late noon, the moon was white, embryonic, waiting to replete which was the first phase of the moon, however, the poet also saw a beautiful … Continue reading May Flower Contest Fiction Winner: “The Phases of the Moon: One Sentence Story” by Mehreen Ahmed
It’s So Silent
By Alexey Tarasov Translated from the original Russian text by Sergey Gerasimov It’s so silent. It’s so silent without you. The rustle has thinned into a thread. If you press hard enough, you’ll see That everything is made of oil cake. It’s so sad. It’s so sad without you, Under the round seal of madness. … Continue reading It’s So Silent
Academy of the Heart And Mind 