The Pecan Tree Tatters through the leaves Thump. Paper shells Pecan pie, buttered roasted In the oven. Now spotted leaves. The fruit black. Each year it tries to come Back Green as a leaf. Trunk wrapped in burlap And treated with Spray. It just takes a lot of love.— America! I … Continue reading Poems by Danny P. Barbare
Beauty In The Strangest Places (Villanelle)
By Andrew Scott Find beauty in the strangest places to swipe heartache away Bringing smiles to worried faces you walk up rotten staircases to discover a light in the day Find beauty in the strangest places life is a series of showcases fight through the clouded grey Bringing smiles to worried faces we are all … Continue reading Beauty In The Strangest Places (Villanelle)
Poems by Anahit Arustamyan
HEY,WHO IS THERE? I will leave just nothing behind. Where am I going like a Gypsy cart? I need a way, remote and wide. ''Hey, who is there?'' I call out with my silent tongue. No sailor hears, no pilot catches my sight. The sweet dreams no longer bother my heart. The desire for … Continue reading Poems by Anahit Arustamyan
Alphabets: Phi
By Thomas Page There is a balance of things made by hands That pleases its eyes in its accordance To what should be and what will be Crafted in the image of something more than itself. This ratio called golden by the eye Sits like a shell circling on itself Like the Uzumaki upon itself … Continue reading Alphabets: Phi
Poems by Barbara A Meier
Sea Glass The sea is glass today broken glass sharp, silver shimmerings with latte foam Khaki green slithering up the strand leaving venom pools making a milkshake of poison by sticking a blender into the magic mirror. Sea Foam Seafoam tumbling down the beach like tumbleweeds crossing highway 4 blowing themselves out with the … Continue reading Poems by Barbara A Meier
Alphabets: Upsilon
By Thomas Page The quality of mercy— The groves of the heart— Seem to bloom when the air is ebullient And wither when the air is dense With the situations associated with the hurricanes Gusting away all senses humane. However, the fruit of mercy should not be confused with the seeds of discontent Which like … Continue reading Alphabets: Upsilon
Poems by Meg Smith
What a shadow wants Some landscape of music, where you fall in the dark places and silence. Some wall where they leap, like strangers amid a fire, dancing. To become, and then recede -- light will fail you. Night will become me. Lilith Everything Each day more beckon, with copper necklaces, prayers on … Continue reading Poems by Meg Smith
Old Nomads
By Cristina Bresser de Campos Long ago, I visited Chapada dos Veadeiros, an esoteric wild site at central Brazil. One day, I went to a dining in Alto Paraíso de Goiás, a small village in this natural park. The waiter was a tall bald hippie in his fifties. Although he had an athletic body, his skin … Continue reading Old Nomads
Alphabets: Tau
By Thomas Page There’s something comfortable in what the Modernist hated— The risk of routine settling fauve motions into mechanics-- That define the human part of the spirit The need for consistency in each experienced sunrise That sets the stage for the actions most desired by the critics The permanent fourth wall that looks at … Continue reading Alphabets: Tau
Academy of the Heart And Mind 