By Thomas Page Everything is marketed with some number accented With the marks and symbols of something-something To make it seem taller than the possibilities imagined. People ask me my height which I’m always not so sure of And make up some number that seems right-- Normally 6 foot 3 inches-- Whenever I meander around … Continue reading Alphabets: Kappa
Poetry by CL Bledsoe
A Letter The mountain thinks it’s time I stomped my stupid feet up its face. Don’t judge our relationship. Of the many things I can’t get used to, living is the one I mention least when complaining. That path through the ferns that bordered the river has been asking after me. I can’t say it’s … Continue reading Poetry by CL Bledsoe
Poems by Alan Parry
Office Job dying of life – wasted while Americana – tinny/quiet – plays in the background and the walls encroach and the windows shake Children the sister is sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor in torn jeans – surrounded by shadows/glossy magazines/scissors/tape/scrapbooks making kings and queens – fawning over idols the older brother … Continue reading Poems by Alan Parry
Poems by Edward Lee
(BORDERLINE) SOLIPSISM All that bubbles blackly beneath my skin I purge onto the page with my limited vocabulary and spell-check-needed words, filling it until I am empty. And sometimes that is enough to quieten the tangible noise inside of me, the light and darkness which mix so unpredictably within my being. And … Continue reading Poems by Edward Lee
Alphabets: Iota
By Thomas Page No matter what I do, I have no idea what I look like. I try to plan my outfits in my head as I groggily get dressed at the sixth hour While ignoring aspects like my hair As I hurry to beat the traffic Tuesday’d into oblivion Only to see what I … Continue reading Alphabets: Iota
The Old Apple Tree
By Tavinder New Gabriel Borin tore and battered his way through the tall vines obscuring the view that lay ahead, as they wounded his skin leaving signs of his blood onto their branches andthe floor. They were like protectors an army of the The Old Apple Tree, that many before had failed to release … Continue reading The Old Apple Tree
Articles by Ogu Chukwuebuka Kizito
THE PRISONER Staring at the walls of this prison, looking at the bars that have held me hostage for a long time. I watched seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days, and weeks turn to months. Locked inside a room with no hope of freedom. In some of my bad … Continue reading Articles by Ogu Chukwuebuka Kizito
Alphabets: Theta
By Thomas Page I pilot around the room A jigsaw puzzle of hoodies and laptops Typing with the varied tones of an office-space Looking over poems they will never hear Looking for a wildebeest in the savannah. Heymister should be my name as I go to the caller What does this poem mean? I try … Continue reading Alphabets: Theta
Poems by Charles Rammelkamp
Colors When did salmon become a color? Around the same time peach and pistachio did, I imagine. Their thingness provides a solidity to the tones, as any noun brings a shape to experience. Red, blue, yellow, pink, green, purple, orange. The words label the visual quality without reference to something colored just so, only abstract … Continue reading Poems by Charles Rammelkamp
RETIREMENT AND THE REALIZATION THAT I’M GETTING OLD
By Jeffrey Zable So I’m coming out of Trader Joe’s in Daly City when two men approach me with surprised expressions. One of them says, “Mr. Zable. . . it’s great to see you!” Looking at both of them, I have no idea who they are, but am curious to find out. When … Continue reading RETIREMENT AND THE REALIZATION THAT I’M GETTING OLD
Academy of the Heart And Mind 