By Lee Ann Stevens Alan started frequenting Sam’s Bar when Joanne was working later than he was, which was most evenings. He liked the vagueness, the privacy in the dimly lit room even when people were speaking to each other. There was comfort in the role he could play there – a stranger relieving the … Continue reading Incident at Sam’s Bar
Buried
By Daniel R. Snyder A few weeks after his father’s funeral, Stephen stripped his room. He took down the posters of his favorite bands and the pictures he’d drawn in art class, removed all his books, and tossed his rock collection into the front garden. Trinkets, toys, games, computer, everything ended up in the trash. … Continue reading Buried
Bowerheart
By Malachy Moran I have prepareda space for youfilled it withpretty thingsshiny rocks andcuttlefish bonesseagull feathersand bits of brickworn flat by the surf.I have carved all the wallswith inscriptionssnippets of vedasrunic spells.I have wafted incensein all the cornersto chase awayany evil spirits.I have turned about in placeover and over and over againto trample flat the … Continue reading Bowerheart
New Book “Real and Otherwise” by Channie Greenberg
A new book of Channie Greenberg's, one devoted to art, Real and Otherwise, has launched. Many of its images originally appeared in The Academy of the Heart and Mind.
Who am I?
By Kaitlyn Pereira Who am I? I am my parents’ child. An only child, Which means I am not only their daughter But also their son. I keep my mother on the inside of the road And glare at the men who stare at her. I help my father build the bed And fix the … Continue reading Who am I?
In autumn, there’s no traffic outside
By William Hardy I’d wake up at all hours of the night at this time of the year. Usually, my phone’s lock-screen would read one or two am, but I knew if it was any later, I could kiss goodbye to waking up early. I’d ever so slightly pull the curtains back and take a … Continue reading In autumn, there’s no traffic outside
Gatherers
By Paulette Calasibetta I combmoats ofcrumbling fortresses gathering sea glass,opaque – beryltreasures. I hear thevociferouslaughter of children exploring frothybarnacled jettiessearching briny treasuresfilling bucketsof show and tell. overhead ~screeching gullsin nomadic rhythm pluck outofferingsspawnedby the sea. Paulette Calasibetta writes to express what is seen and what is unseen. Inspired by nature, and the spirit of the human … Continue reading Gatherers
Storms and Boats
By Ashwini Bhat We hear about the storms,Then, we talk about the boats.How, not all our storms are the same,But neither are our boats.Then when Monday hits,All is forgotten.The philosophy of the storms, The analogy of the boats.Lost in the rush-hour traffic,In the windowless cubicles,In the goal-less meetings,In the soul-less monitors,Buried in endless numbers, muffled … Continue reading Storms and Boats
The Tide
By Pauline Olthof-Youn The tide, in and outLike a beating heart pumpingIn rhythm, with you Pauline Olthof-Youn is an English teacher for at risk students who enjoys writing poems in her free time. This year she challenged herself by participating in the 12 hour poetry marathon. She also loves spending time with her family travelling … Continue reading The Tide
Early Morning Stillness
By Brenda Mox As fortune passed its meridian,the moon shut herselfwithin her chamber,girdling the great hill hollowwhere greenness grew over brown bedsrich in verdure shadows,giving force and fixednessto new impressions.From a cerulean skyuniformly clear of cloudsor evil feeling,the sun drank dew dropsfrom light illumined orchard treeswhile early morning stillnessslumbered everywhere. Brenda Mox is a poet … Continue reading Early Morning Stillness
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