(BORDERLINE) SOLIPSISM All that bubbles blackly beneath my skin I purge onto the page with my limited vocabulary and spell-check-needed words, filling it until I am empty. And sometimes that is enough to quieten the tangible noise inside of me, the light and darkness which mix so unpredictably within my being. And … Continue reading Poems by Edward Lee
Alphabets: Iota
By Thomas Page No matter what I do, I have no idea what I look like. I try to plan my outfits in my head as I groggily get dressed at the sixth hour While ignoring aspects like my hair As I hurry to beat the traffic Tuesday’d into oblivion Only to see what I … Continue reading Alphabets: Iota
Alphabets: Theta
By Thomas Page I pilot around the room A jigsaw puzzle of hoodies and laptops Typing with the varied tones of an office-space Looking over poems they will never hear Looking for a wildebeest in the savannah. Heymister should be my name as I go to the caller What does this poem mean? I try … Continue reading Alphabets: Theta
Poems by Charles Rammelkamp
Colors When did salmon become a color? Around the same time peach and pistachio did, I imagine. Their thingness provides a solidity to the tones, as any noun brings a shape to experience. Red, blue, yellow, pink, green, purple, orange. The words label the visual quality without reference to something colored just so, only abstract … Continue reading Poems by Charles Rammelkamp
Poems by John Goodie
Grandma’s Biscuits Flour dust on her wrinkled hands, and apron Silver gray hair pulled into a bun, on top her head Back door open, screen door with a torn screen, lets in flies Spring flowers blooming in the yard, the yellow daisies Honey on the table, butter in the dish, same table Smells of the … Continue reading Poems by John Goodie
Alphabets: Eta
By Thomas Page People often confuse my brother with me Because we are close in age. There was a time when we were about the same in all regards: Same hair Same teeth Same height Same clothes. They would call us the Page Twins or the Page Boys As we would meander from place to … Continue reading Alphabets: Eta
Poems by John Grey
SPLENDOR, THE NATURAL VARIETY I'm enamored of splendor. Especially the natural variety. Like this lake smooth as glass but for the ripple of a loon passing. And mountains, though I've no wish to climb them, make a perfect backdrop. As do the deer nibbling at the forest edge. My current mood is rare but … Continue reading Poems by John Grey
Alphabets: Zeta
By Thomas Page If I were in charge We all say to ourselves Things would be different. Different, yes, but better? I’d like to think that I would make a positive impact in I were in charge But that impact would probably funnel into a selfish whirlpool. Where did you think the idea of … Continue reading Alphabets: Zeta
Poems by William Doreski
Self-Storage These long and narrow boxes contain the rolled-up spirits of people we’ve tried to love. Some died in metal on metal. Some ballooned and exploded. Some drifted far out to sea. Some haven’t died yet but shed their ghosts when they lost their faith in the scent and texture of things. … Continue reading Poems by William Doreski
Canyon Views
By Tom M. McDade The timbre of Cheyava Falls, Quaking aspens, cliff Roses, fern, and currant Bushes, pinyon, scrubby and Prone ponderosa pine Clear Creek Trail, Heat, thirst, heart attack Angel Window–arch natural Cape Royal Rock–Geodesic Service marker, hefty fine Or prison, damage or theft Famous mule rides down Zigzag switchbacks Chopper and airplane wrecks … Continue reading Canyon Views
Academy of the Heart And Mind 