RUBY’S WALL SINGER By Clynthia Burton Graham Sunlight releases me from the grip of a snake squeezing my bones into disintegration. I sit up sweaty and breathless from my nightmare. Two thoughts emerge from the dark residue of restless sleep. I have ovarian cancer and I need to hear my wall singer. My hand unconsciously … Continue reading 2nd Place of the Story Contest
Poetry Contest Winner
Sleep II by Feby Joseph I knew… Somehow - Somehow, I knew. that this slumber was an intermezzo of waiting. Like the newest of leaves that stretch out to gold Somehow, I knew - …knew That there was someone… beyond the bend. My repose wasn’t unpleasant – It wasn’t a cage – yet I knew … Continue reading Poetry Contest Winner
Story contest winner – Faint of Heart
By Susanne Thomas Holly sat down in the booth of the hospital lab and took a deep breath. She placed her hands neatly in her lap and prepared to wait. The lemon scented disinfectant singed her nostrils some but reassured her that all was clean. She glanced around the room, noting posters she didn’t want to … Continue reading Story contest winner – Faint of Heart
What it Feels like When it is Raining
By John Page I think what a bird thinks in the rain Rain is cold Rain is wet Rain makes everything wet Rain is fun to walk in Rain is dangerous Rain is relaxing Rain is
Driving
By James Diaz I asked you the name of this town we were slowly passing through like storm clouds that are holding out and the earth below waiting expectantly, open mouthed, greedy- for all that rain that won't come didn't you see the sign you asked, no then why don't we name it … Continue reading Driving
Stem Cell
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan research is always being protested and funded and protested again so that after a while it becomes hard to figure out where the funding begins and the protest stops in much the same way you dig a hole into the wet crimson earth and wonder about all the … Continue reading Stem Cell
“Digging Fox” (Haiku 178-182)
By Thomas Page Is a digging fox, Scraping at rosewooded grave, Reanimator? What separates whey And curd, butter and cream, wheat From casted chaff? The endless river Of thought flows frameless without Regard to sequence Is flowing language A loose arrangement of mixed Confusing writing? Will this haiku mean The same thing as when I … Continue reading “Digging Fox” (Haiku 178-182)
Imagine
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan my surprise when the pigeons at my feet squabble over a single spent shoelace with no nutritional value and the guy who shoulders me and walks right through the metal detector of my back throws up his arms absently and keeps going as if to say he is sorry when he … Continue reading Imagine
“The St. John” and “Abandoned Barns”
By Thomas Page “The St. John” Cypress and Palm jut out of the Water in the St. John. Cows graze Along the flooded plains, eagles Roost in watercolored trees, fish Swim along side airboats whizzing O’er alligators torporing, Cranes, spoonbills, and other avians Float on ebbing lagoons now full. “Abandoned Barns” Abandoned barns sitting nearby … Continue reading “The St. John” and “Abandoned Barns”
Little Fox
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan In your mind you have no neighbor. The heart is another matter, almost demands as much. I have run sand though my fingers and never once think of the beach. That is how an illusionist escapes his days. The expansiveness of sweating. Thumbing down traffic with a large foamy finger from … Continue reading Little Fox
Academy of the Heart And Mind 