By Paweł Markiewicz the eyesome fay at the crack of dawn in winter is weeping the winter rain in the form of magnificent teardrops is dropping down it is to be mesmerized in glaciated dreams of muses the shepherd boy hears the falling of the more tender rain like meek tears the docile … Continue reading Winter rain in my muse-like homeland
FUN AND GAMES AT THE WILD ROSE CAFE
A villanelle by Dianne Moritz Sitting here in this funky Wild Rose Cafe, where there’s twenty-seven words for cool, women preen and dream, while men look down, masking boredom on their handsome faces. It’s all too obvious you’d have to laugh were needs for connection not so great. When you suggested we go … Continue reading FUN AND GAMES AT THE WILD ROSE CAFE
Praedo Maritimus
By John Goodie “One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.” - Sir Walter Scott It was a cold night for Arthur Forest, even in the summer. The tears welled up as he climbed into his bed. The distraught paunchy graying writer had been brooding lately on the complete … Continue reading Praedo Maritimus
The Untranslatable: Zeg
The Untranslatable This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem By Thomas Page We used to have a word for the day after tomorrow. It was “overmorrow” Like the sun is over there Hiding … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Zeg
Mariposa
By John Goodie Gustavo was waiting on a sign, a sign from Heaven, when the golden butterfly with bright blue eye-like markings, fluttered aloft, above his head, three times, and then landed on his shoulder. He was in Barcelona at La Boquería, a large, public fresh market, as popular with the locals as it … Continue reading Mariposa
Swant’s Service
By Jim Bates "Well, thanks for meeting with me. It was good talking to you." The realtor took out a business card and gave it to Charlie Swant who glanced at it, already having forgotten the guy's name. Then he aggressively extended his hand and Charlie reluctantly shook it, "Well...Okay then," Charlie said, not knowing … Continue reading Swant’s Service
All things left unsaid
By Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein So many times I thought, I would forget myself, And open my heart to you. Placing my hand on your hand, gazing at you, I would say how much I love you secretly, my love. I thought of you as the God of mythology. Your face, your look and … Continue reading All things left unsaid
Alejandro, 2019
By Tomer Peretz “Alejandro”, 2019 Oil on Canvas 72” x 60” Part of my upcoming exhibition “Incomplete”, Ouro Studio, LA, CA Narcos actor, Alejandro Edda is a friend of mine and he is staring in a short film called “El Bus”; a story of a family man who gives up on life. Not being … Continue reading Alejandro, 2019
Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Songs of you, and songs of i. . ------------------------------------------------ I followed the sound Of several birds, who spoke of you, without ye' words.. a little song With highest tune They circled the sky' Beneath the moon Their nests awaited A feathers rest I felt there strongest Within my chest Your beating heart A love so … Continue reading Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Academy of the Heart And Mind 