Lorie By Michael Lee Johnson Lorie, you want to see me clearly through this joy of my naked body avoiding the sweat of my emotions, just breathing on my neck rubbing this baseline of my groin- will not find us here again. Go away, leave me thinking louder than your breath- body moves quietly in … Continue reading Lorie
“Paper Man”
By Allison Grayhurst Those were the distances, the attachment of your soul to mine, where we slept in the windy valley with that imbecile comedian who would play the flute and try to emulate your profound nature. The day you opened the door and I walked in, stared at your multi-coloured paintings, grateful to … Continue reading “Paper Man”
Restless Hawk
Restless Hawk (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson The angels of wings are always in flight be the devil or archangel Michael. I'm a hawk, I'm a night owl night barroom flights, fighter, seeing eyes that eye me contact, not blind, a rhythm of sensuality. I take my shower, deep breath, scrub good off my skin, breathe … Continue reading Restless Hawk
Poems by Laura Potts
Friday The evening of your days I remember always on the other side of a hospice night. A funeral in my face, your ghostcandled fatherlight still laughing, bright, white in the winter of your age. The world in your ember days lit up its lights in a biblical rain. Long and far, the … Continue reading Poems by Laura Potts
A Peep Through The Window Of Heaven
A million million spermatozoa All of them alive: Out of their cataclysm but one poor Noah Dare hope to survive. And among that billion minus one Might have chanced to be Shakespeare, Another Newton, a new Donne - But the one was Me. - Aldous Huxley She was just the shy type. She was … Continue reading A Peep Through The Window Of Heaven
“When He Rides”
By Allison Grayhurst Unearthly dreams illuminate him where gardens lay their petals to rest. They creep now, his eyes, into sad and forbidden realms of insanity’s broken weight. Loose threads dangling from his mind. Loose thoughts that have no ending. Lost on his lips, something unleashed like music, something like my love. … Continue reading “When He Rides”
April Showers Contest – Poetry 3rd place
A Touch of April Rain Rie Sheridan Rose There’s a rumble of thunder in the distance tonight, calling to my heart. And now, a tap at the window, as the rain comes to visit, inviting me to play. I answer the whisper, open the door, and step into the rain. Fairy kisses cool against my … Continue reading April Showers Contest – Poetry 3rd place
Mayhem in a Season of Honey
Mayhem in a Season of Honey -a sestina Scent of chamomile, and the smell of honey. Destruction hid in the coffee, over burnt already. She strolls into a sunroom filled with flowers and potted trees. But colors are abstract. Blind, intertwined with the immaculate darkness -- shades from the hell they’ve told her. … Continue reading Mayhem in a Season of Honey
Rising Sun
By Brooke Seabrease
Just Two People
By: Hemi Gordy It all began with a soda can. I stared at it, perplexed by the unfamiliar contraption. Turning to the stranger sitting next to me at the lunch table, I asked, “Can you open this for me, please?” I still remember the charmingly vacant expression in his blue eyes when he tore his … Continue reading Just Two People
Academy of the Heart And Mind 