By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #27 The clicker in my pockets, A sitting heart … Continue reading “Walk”
Flying at Night
By Anthony Palma All you see are the lights, starfire ground into dust, dimming and sharpening like pencils until they are little but pinpricks, a terrestrial star chart. They are the spaces we forget, the front porch light left on, the street lamp guarding our slumber unceasing. On the highways they mark cars, photons … Continue reading Flying at Night
Magic
By Cheryl L. Caesar When I was seven my dolls still talked and moved, even the unfortunate one I’d molded out of clay, who looked like Alice the Goon. Having no armature, she couldn’t stand. She sat splay-legged, as though in an eternal game of jacks. When I was seven, the April issue of Jack … Continue reading Magic
“Mister Rockstar”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #26 Dear Mister Rockstar, Wherever you may be Whatever … Continue reading “Mister Rockstar”
Beauty and Bravery
By Ian Copestick Sitting, dozing as through the open Window comes the gorgeous aroma of Grass, trees and the countryside. Yes, life can be tough, at times it can Be darn near unbearable, but some Things are just made to be savoured. A warm, summer's night when I can See a beautiful, sleek fox … Continue reading Beauty and Bravery
Pete, Bob, and Robert
By Rose Aiello Morales Because in the beginning, there was suburbia and every house was the same. I was born, the placenta of ticky tacky, with Pete singing of the boxes, pastel past the point of home ownership, yards with swing sets and trampled dirt yards, Mothers saw their kids at meals or when the … Continue reading Pete, Bob, and Robert
The Poetry Reading
By Rose Aiello Morales Someone screamed for five minutes and no one applauded. One reader whispered curse words in several languages. Then they let in the clowns. One juggled several stanzas while riding a unicycle blindfolded, another stood stock still as a tear ran down his cheek, which drove the crowd wild. They threw sawdust … Continue reading The Poetry Reading
“Hamartia”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #25 One recent summer ago, I was tasked to … Continue reading “Hamartia”
The Cove
By Renato Econa I would run away with you we could go somewhere with verdant hills and overgrown castles somewhere with curving, towering skyscrapers and mosaics on subway tiles we could go to a little cove feel the sea spray and watch the water rise and fall like the Earth is breathing as long … Continue reading The Cove
Loon Call at Owl-light
By Carrie Connel-Gripp He was glad of his freedom, but the events of the past year left him brooding. Contemplating what he should do and where he should go only brought a swamping uncertainty. He could drown here just as well as somewhere else. There was nowhere he called home. He had gravitated to the … Continue reading Loon Call at Owl-light
Academy of the Heart And Mind 