How like a winter hath my absence been … Water witching my way to the river I unclasp the iron brackets of the clapboard gate— the smell of brown green. The estuary renews its force while the lichen pimples the slabs of stone at the water’s edge. Crescano crescano crescano églantier, ephedra & … Continue reading Poems by Alice-Catherine Jennings
Unlikely Swan
By Rosanne Trost Maisie walked into the ballet academy, ungracefully plopped herself down on the bench, removing her pink shoes, white orthotics and pink socks. Smelling her socks, she laughingly said, “Oooh, stinky.” She raised her shirt, black with “Ballet Academy” printed in white letters. She struggled to pull the top over her head, refusing … Continue reading Unlikely Swan
The Hike
By Dianne Moritz Walking through forests of lost years, you dropped small clues, like Hansel’s breadcrumbs, leading the way back. Ravenous, I promptly sweeten harsh words, raw truths, as one would a bitter fruit. We continued down those pot-holed trails, rock strewn paths, muddy lanes, hoping to reignite young, long ago love…. Dianne Moritz's … Continue reading The Hike
Change of Heart
By Dianne Moritz Melissa closed the card, letter inside, and placed the envelope on her mantle. Sunshine filtered through the windows, bathing her in its radiant warmth. She thought of Mark and wondered if she could ever forgive him, trust him again. “Don’t go there!” she thought, then grabbed her wallet and headed out … Continue reading Change of Heart
Photography by Christopher Woods
Christopher Woods is a writer, teacher and photographer who lives in Chappell Hill, Texas. He has published a novel, THE DREAM PATCH, a prose collection, UNDER A RIVERBED SKY, and a book of stage monologues for actors, HEART SPEAK. His photographs can be seen in his gallery -http://christopherwoods.zenfolio.com/ . His photography prompt book for writers, FROM VISION TO … Continue reading Photography by Christopher Woods
Poems by Guna Moran
FLY Original : Assamese : Guna Moran Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury Anything rotting Titillates the nostrils of the fly As it hovers over the rotten things We move away in a hurry Covering our face Whenever any little thing happens in the locality The news reaches a certain class of flies … Continue reading Poems by Guna Moran
Poems by Len Kuntz
Sometimes I Wonder (…) Sometimes I wonder if you remember the trees, how they splayed for us, or the stars stitching their stories together, the ones where everybody wins and everything’s perfect. Sometimes I wonder If you’re still making your guesses, if the moon is just as pale and beautiful where you’re standing … Continue reading Poems by Len Kuntz
Alphabets: Lambda
By Thomas Page If I were to ask you who I was, what you say? Not in some philosophical sense Where I am condensed like soup in my forms Or torn asunder by Scottish logic But in a “it’s blah guy” sense of the word. I don’t think anyone knows who they are truly But … Continue reading Alphabets: Lambda
Poems by Joe Welch
Dream Baby Dream lightly, then glide Wakefully through a loose-lipped life Bang each drum brought your way Apologize where necessary When tossed a ball, toss it back When planted in the ground, be sure to multiply Given twenty, save ten, spend Ten, make up ten, and dedicate ten Dream lightly, but carry a big lipstick … Continue reading Poems by Joe Welch
Poetry by Robert Cooperman
A Latin Elective, Brooklyn College, 1968 While our knees pistoned for Professor Kaplan to hand out the passages we’d have to translate for our final exam, Eleanor mumbled, “Latin’s a dead language, as dead as it can be; first it killed the Romans, and now it’s killing me.” Maybe it was hilarious, maybe I … Continue reading Poetry by Robert Cooperman
Academy of the Heart And Mind 