By John Grey There's row after row and then there are more rows - some are stacked to the rafters with soda bottles and cereals - others are lower to the ground, piled high with fruits and vegetables - then there are the freezer cabinets - be quick in and out or the glass … Continue reading GROCERY SHOPPING HERE ON EARTH
“Regard”
By Thomas Page Rivers meet and separate without care To humanity’s wishes. They flow and ebb According to the cycles set before the rivers Began to speak with a soft rage cutting Rocks from earth , easing the seasons into The practices of these breathing an element Forming its very essence of water. From this … Continue reading “Regard”
SMALL FRY
By John Grey I've long since given up on history. From the beginning, it never liked me. My revenge will have to wait until the sun burns out, the earth implodes, and Shakespeare and the jerk who cut me off on Reservoir Avenue are on equal footing. History was just a comfort zone for … Continue reading SMALL FRY
“Paying Homage to Jersey Cows on a Friday Afternoon”
By John Dorroh A friend dropped a white plastic bag onto the kitchen table. It was loaded with 3 cheeses from Marcoot’s Creamery – garlic herbed cheese curds, smoked gouda, and Quark, a spreadable creamy cheese with a sweet kiss on the palette. The wine was already open, just like my heart in an … Continue reading “Paying Homage to Jersey Cows on a Friday Afternoon”
“Collateral Damage”
By John Dorroh 1. The first snow is pretty – virgin flakes whispering through cold air, cascading from billowy, gray clouds, landing gently on barren ground, fresh, mesmerizing, hopeful, promises (leaving a film of anticipation) Sadly, it loses its beauty. 2. She grew up in snow, clutched by its cold, blue talons; favored by wise … Continue reading “Collateral Damage”
Mother
By Sahaj Sabharwal You are my pain curing, You are my thoughts hearing, You are my progress rising, That's why soul of mine is good.. I am trying to be good, Don't worry I am like developing wood, Your eye is only on me stood, That's why soul of mine is good.. Whenever I am being … Continue reading Mother
“Still Life”
By Thomas Page Right before me there is a vase made of Glass imbued with unpotable water Criss-crossed with stems of varying widths which Are floating in a pseudo-creche, a yurt Acting as a spyglass to the other side. The flowers are every shade save blue Which blushes purple from red painted Flowers flanking the … Continue reading “Still Life”
The Time Traveler
By Ahmad Al-khatat If I had a time machine I would not go the dark part that built me up sad; or ahead to my unknown destiny and fearful future I would take it and go with it to the cemetery to bring me back to the last moments of my friends and see what … Continue reading The Time Traveler
“Write While It’s Quiet”
By John Dorroh She told me to write while it’s quiet, while the dogs are on the deck sunning in a dangerous summer sun, while the earth movers are not chewing up the ridge across the road, while the neighborhood kids are stuck at school, while the jackhammers are in the backs of workers’ … Continue reading “Write While It’s Quiet”
Without A Mouth
By Ahmad Al-khatat I asked my parents why the moon and sun exist without a mouth, and live with grief in their eyes my father said because mankind lies to each other every day, below the sincere sunshine then my mother said because mankind betrays To each other quickly and shamelessly under the moonlight today, … Continue reading Without A Mouth
Academy of the Heart And Mind 