Roots and Hooks the last sips taste missing stories slipping into small days . . . life has no recipe of elements chosen from stone age caches of hunger seeds kept dry until tears awaken them to acquaint the salt marsh with the dance of tides sound seeps rippling the moment as code … Continue reading Poems by J.S. MacLean
Poems by Kushal Poddar
Hymn For My Ears Their magnet points, now a few thousand years later, do not bend when you call my name. They seemed spectral, figmental, until hearing narrowed. Now I know they exist although you’re not so sure. Past sends a message through a ham radio. Present hears white butterflies covering a … Continue reading Poems by Kushal Poddar
Alphabets: Sigma
By Thomas Page My many years can be summed in on a transcript Marking each of my earned three-hours with a letter And a decimal’d point to a larger number That makes me summa or magne or not At the end of it all on a May day. Can I sum it all up in … Continue reading Alphabets: Sigma
Poems by Gloria Buckley
I AM THE RAIN I am the rain That drips down my palms And nourishes the trees The flower, the dirt I am the mud that soaks up All the water And I am the well And the drink I swallow From the rain that flowed Into the well Which was the water That soaked … Continue reading Poems by Gloria Buckley
When I am Stripped of Your Charms
By Wafula p'Khisa Sometimes I wake up and look at my bedside To gaze at you-- breathing softly as if you hold nothing against the world I stretch my hands to feel the warmth & softness of your skin But you grow wings and fly, evading my grasp, like dreams I desperately chase herein The … Continue reading When I am Stripped of Your Charms
Poems by Ian Liubimov
Good (from the Morning) red clouds and a newly-born house: friends who are creeping near the window, eager to look inside do not worry, they are just a sound of round-like shouting because of that you ́re waking up and passing by. only dust on the furniture, how many names does it remember? and how … Continue reading Poems by Ian Liubimov
Alphabets: Rho
By Thomas Page Everything in its essence has a point Somewhere on a quantifiable map On this green rock in the black, a bluepoint May hold all of the gravity and sap Forces like saline water that pinpoint Everything ever said into a snap Of a shell sitting in sand at gunpoint Of scheming poets … Continue reading Alphabets: Rho
The AI Comes
By John David Hanna It had been several weeks since Philip Chambers, his friends called him Frenchy for unremembered reasons, fixated on the same dream. In the dream, some ambiguous character met him outside of his high school. The twenty-something-year-old was dressed … Continue reading The AI Comes
Poems by Patricia Nelson
EXPLORER In his chest a red ship skids and thuds. He arrives with a scrape of wood at the new and unintended vision. Error lifts the bright hairs on his skin. His eye veers, here among the green dimensions. His wish for a wick of road. There must be a forward somewhere in the … Continue reading Poems by Patricia Nelson
Alphabets: Pi
By Thomas Page I have been told the number for pi That extends more than the stars in the sky Or the time I wait for the roundabout by The Victorian houses on Capitol Street. I know that the radius Like some band’s hiatus Is calculable like the latus Lines along the beach’s regular status … Continue reading Alphabets: Pi
Academy of the Heart And Mind 