By Shinsaku Ashida Beneath the snowlies a lifeone prefers not to see.Unwanted feelings—numbedby stronger sensations.The wrongness is clear.Clothing grows vivid,loud in color,but not fitfor the winter mountains.Even when reachingthrough snow,the mountain’s surfacemay stillremain untouched.Still,the mountain seensince childhoodstands unchangedtonight.And when spring comes,turning awaywill no longer be possible. Shinsaku Ashida is a Japanese poet whose work centers on … Continue reading A Life of Stimulation
Afternoon Tea with Anne Hathaway
By Sarah Wolfe I know a place. Take a left off the main road then part the evergreens to find the hidden little white gate. Follow the little gray steppingstone path. Bluejays will escort you to the tea party. Sighing winds will bring you summer notes of creamy gardenias. Chattering white rabbits will announce your … Continue reading Afternoon Tea with Anne Hathaway
Secret Boxes
By Elanur Williams Christmas, I knew was a certain attitude. It was not colourful lights on plastic trees, clove-scented tea, or an evergreen wreath. It was more than that: an abundance of clementines in my grandmother’s green car, glass animals in tins of Red Rose tea. Sometimes it could bethe plastic tree,candy cane ornaments, and … Continue reading Secret Boxes
Polymorphic
By Liz Shine If you should come across a bearwhile hiking, they saymake yourself large, menacing.This trick also works forwatercooler flirtations,the man who always interruptsin meetings to saywhat you said, only better. To avoid ever being a fishout of water, carrywater at all times,great pools of paradisewhere you can swimthrough moods, becausesome days it is … Continue reading Polymorphic
Academy Classics: Haiku by Thomas Page
We wanted to do a throwback to our first post on a June 26th all the way back from 2017. I was born on aRainy night. The rain seemsTo soothe me to sleep Rich Florida thunderRocks the house so much, almostFrying the circuits
In the Eyes of a Trash Can
By Duane Anderson Yes, I get all your trash. No doubt,some of your prize possessions,not that I am ever very hungryfor anything that you feed me.I don’t mind an occasional can or bottle,but those, you really ought to recycle,but forgive me for scolding you,I sometimes get so overloadedthat I can’t keep my top on tight.Yes, … Continue reading In the Eyes of a Trash Can
Mother
By lilith connor The sun loved me first,Loved me with it ́s golden armsWrapped around my flesh.Holding me closeSo I wouldn't disappear.The moon loved me second,The swollen fruit of my bodyWas warmed on cool winter nights.I have a mother that loves meLoves me like the sky and moon itself.She tried to buy me the sun.My … Continue reading Mother
Blooming Lights
By Frances Leitch The earth smiles with the rise of the sun, a light feeling growing over hill and valley and ocean blue. Blue skies overhead, flowers sprouting, plant grow, and leaves of trees drinking in the sun’s rays of renewal, a new day. Fire Light The morning’s flaming tailwhisks the night awayAs copper caverns … Continue reading Blooming Lights
The Village Cricket Team, 1913
By Ben Macnair Mr Brown remembered them well.All the fine boys who played Cricket on the Village Green,in the summer of 1913.He remembers their youth and vitality,and their innocence,in knocking out sixes and sevens,and winning against the older teams from the local villages.Mr Brown is alone in holding those memories.The Cricket Team of 1913 swapped … Continue reading The Village Cricket Team, 1913
Lengths for Width
By Stephen Kingsnorth First published by Poetry Potion 2020 It lies beneath her surface sheen,the real disturbance of disease, dementia spread, synapse collapse,while outwardly she knows the rules -the courtesies to strangers shown,as even dares to hold her hand,mutters sweet nothings to her lobe.He daily comes from swimming baths,stiff exercise for sinew strength,some lengths of … Continue reading Lengths for Width
Academy of the Heart And Mind 