"SHADOWS" I see shadows come into existence between light and darkness. They box each other for the right to fill in spaces and places. I doubt they feel any pain and I’m certain they do not bleed. "I READ THE STARS FOR A CHANGE" I read the stars for a change. … Continue reading Three Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
The Untranslatable: Han
By Thomas Page This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. The world is an impressionist’s eye exam With the letters blurred from a certain distance. The people you encounter everyday Will always be … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Han
“Recitation”
By Thomas Page I’ve never read any of my poems in public. Not because I have some apprehension about sharing them in a room mixed of strangers and friends But just that I prefer people to read them themselves. I tend to write “closet poems” like many of the plays of the Roman language, … Continue reading “Recitation”
Three More Poems by Leah Mueller
"Solstice Koan" Why not trust the return of the light in the midst of a cold winter rainstorm? The shortest day becomes the longest, becomes the shortest again. The cold sun crouches on the moon’s furthest axis, awaiting the signal to warmth. "The Mold of Us" No longer a surprise, this unveiling. The … Continue reading Three More Poems by Leah Mueller
“Time Passes”
By Ian Copestick Next week, my niece, is 17 years old and starts having Driving lessons. She's already Got a car. It blows my mind. It seems like only a couple of Weeks ago that I was holding Her tiny hand as she started Taking her faltering, first steps As she learnt to walk … Continue reading “Time Passes”
The Untranslatable: Madrugada
By Thomas Page This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. The highway holds an eerie quality When the horns belonging to steel horses Evaporate with the stalled tires in garages far away. The moon, … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Madrugada
Alphabets: Beta
By Thomas Page I’d like to think that what I am seeing is real And not an illusion Or worst yet An allusion To something beyond my grey-matter’s comprehension. Whenever something that shouldn’t should We like to blame rabbits pulled from hats Instead of the eye watching the moving hands. Whenever the claw in that … Continue reading Alphabets: Beta
“Nanna’s Sunday Lunch”
By Karen Trappett Every Sunday of my youth was spent in Nanna’s old Queenslander at Sandgate for the ubiquitous Sunday lunch. I didn’t even know there was a beach near her house until much later, which was a shame, I could have used the escape; but as a single digit kid, I had no … Continue reading “Nanna’s Sunday Lunch”
“The Pass”
By Karen Trappett Byron kept his kitchen fastidiously clean; his pride and joy, and his livelihood. The stainless-steel countertops gleamed from constant rubbing and buffering between sittings and the copper-bottomed pots shimmered under the bright halogen downlights - placed with regimented precision above the work surface. Taking off his chef’s hat and placing it … Continue reading “The Pass”
Poems by Guy Farmer
Contrived Existence Systematic destruction Of self-worth replaced With rigid decrees for How to live life, Zealously, nervously Monitored, lest there be Any defections, the Preservation of the sham The only goal, an insecure Stack of lies desperately Trying to justify its Contrived existence. ----- His Stories Sitting in his room, Telling himself His stories, Over … Continue reading Poems by Guy Farmer
Academy of the Heart And Mind 