Karl Marx Alienated Me from my Washing Machine Karl Marx alienated me from my washing machine and now I don’t have any clean laundry. And if I leave the house naked again I’ll be a repeat offender. And you know what most everyone thinks of double-dippers. Crossing the Rubicon with a Case of … Continue reading Poems by Ryan Quinn Flannagan
“The Way of the Dinosaurs”
By Thomas Page “Hall of the Dinosaurs” sits ‘bove the great Weight of the history museum down there, Where all that was a la mode now preserved Reserved as a lesson for us on what Clear-cut reasons are now daguerreotypes, Stereotypes of yestreens of the mind. Kind blurbs familiarize us as guests; Requests for a … Continue reading “The Way of the Dinosaurs”
When Taking My Blood Sugar
By J.J. Campbell there are days where i enjoy the pain more than others when i hit the nerve in my finger in the morning while taking my blood sugar i know it's going to be a day where i seek the pain out too bad i'm not driving alone at the … Continue reading When Taking My Blood Sugar
Haiku 257-267
By Thomas Page 257 Minutes morph into Hours as the students try To babble different sounds 258 Students, no matter Where they go to school, will talk ‘Bout anything but 259 Adulthood, like beams Made from cave-dripped water, Fuses without notice 260 A parking lot made Barren by the revolving Moonlight—glowing eyes … Continue reading Haiku 257-267
“Kitchen, Sinister”
By Laura Potts Ten springs gone in my morning of life, I wore light in the summer of my voice, in the candles once made of my eyes. That night dusk swung out and away into noise wild and white above town, and down in my childhood garden lost the pond breathed out light … Continue reading “Kitchen, Sinister”
Its time has not come
By Rajnish Mishra This is not the poem I always wanted to write. Its time has not come, not yet. This one is on what I always wanted to write, but never did. I wanted to write of shiuli flowers in bloom. No, it’s not English, it rises from the soil: the name, not … Continue reading Its time has not come
Haiku 268-278
By Thomas Page 268 A dying leaf, life In miniature; a mystery Play put on by trees. 269 A wolf howling at The moon is looking for some Other of its kind. 270 A child will not know The fruits thrown into the trash By his own parents. 271 A caterpillar Wishes to be a … Continue reading Haiku 268-278
Fades Into Oblivion
By J.J. Campbell soft black skin and my pain fades into oblivion when i look into your eyes it's going to take more than a hurricane to stop me from falling again
“The Wise Child”
By Laura Potts I remember he fled from the fogdrop moors with the dawn and the bells of December beyond, calling morning to the streets while winter wept beneath the trees. A sleeping me before the door glowed on behind my mother’s knees. With holly-forest at his feet from leaping long the brawling leas, … Continue reading “The Wise Child”
Being
By Rajnish Mishra It's difficult to be what you are destined to be, more difficult to know what you are destined to be, and then to live, not reaching there, ever. Nothing comes for free. The world takes the fee of life. Sometimes it simply condemns you to live your death as you … Continue reading Being
Academy of the Heart And Mind 