By Kaleb M Dufel Morning comesSleep finally did.She wakes me with thevoice of the old worldthe voice that carried with her a dream-a dream i’ve woken up from.We eat breakfast togetherI can’t bear to eat with the others.She tells me about her homeI welcome her to mine.Later, I dance along an ivory street dotted with … Continue reading Mulţumesc
the desperation of neat little boxes
By Kevin Scheepers The desperation of neat little boxes,The despair of perfect labels;Stable entities that dare not change without prior notice.A moth disinterested in distinguishing simulacra from simulacrum,The dragon could not take such liberties.The unintentional incantations you utter,Billets-doux to yourself, remaining unanswered.Couldn't reach you over there on planet apathy,Burnt the curtains for warmth; a useful … Continue reading the desperation of neat little boxes
The paper lantern
By Irene Clarke The paper lantern was filled with love, as it floated in the sky,All her tears were falling, as she watched her memories fly.Would the lantern reach the place, where he said he’d wait for her?She wasn’t sure about anything, the last few days a blur.There were people all around her to wish … Continue reading The paper lantern
Alive
By Viviane Simōes You look at yourself in the mirror and you don’t recognize the face you see. You are happy. “Hey, it’s been a while”, you think. And you look at the summer reddish dress on the bed; the dress you chose last night to wear today. You take a breath, it’s an excitement … Continue reading Alive
The Bell Rings
By Danielle Nagy Monday, the bell rings, and she pulls up her navy blue knee-high socks to make sure they hit perfectly below her plaid jumper, just what the teacher wants. Morning prayers go on over the loudspeaker. They stand. They pray. They sit back down. They listen, and they learn how to be good … Continue reading The Bell Rings
Little Red Bird
By Abigail Hyacinthe Woelk Cold cold cold. All I feel is cold. The warmth I knew is gone. All I am is cold. *** Her mother was of the Snowing Wood. Her mother’s eyes were cold and her fingers were icy, but she loved like anyone else. She had a snowy husband and her eldest … Continue reading Little Red Bird
Whatever I torture this history, it does not yield
By Mohsen Hosseinkhani Translated by Tahere Forsat Safaei Whatever I torture this history,It does not yield.In the body of that black,How many broken ribs of his father are suffering?In the chest of this red,How many bulletsHave killed the name of his tribe?The throat of NishapurIs still in the claws of Genghis,And we stillEat breadFrom that … Continue reading Whatever I torture this history, it does not yield
medusa
By lilith connor In a world where everyone else dreamed of love- I dreamed of beauty. i used to beg your senses to come in/ worship my body like a pristine temple. in the presence of death, what could life withstand? could power come at a lower price than love? i used to dream of … Continue reading medusa
Dispel the Loneliness
By Mona Mehas he sits on a bench in the parkold growth trees soar over his headpigeons at his feet devour crackersleft from his lunchsquirrels join the picnic their chatter brings a smilehis ears perk at the sound of cardinalsbut he’s aloneshe comes to the park in her finest scarfwith turquoise peacock markingsand silver stars … Continue reading Dispel the Loneliness
Mid-Temperature
By Meer Singh I’ve dragged my chairinto the primary patch of sun. A blanket hangs overmy lap. Through thescreen door, my feline companionasks to join me. When I oblige,she just runs to the soft cave behind myback. She hearsthe dogs next doorwhine and whine from their metallong leads. Theirfive foot human barks at themto stop … Continue reading Mid-Temperature
Academy of the Heart And Mind 