By Emma Woodford Flat canal fog, disappearing trees line adroitly planted paths. Water flows coal barges float, with cars parked. The train glides, buildings grow gravel patches spread like butterflies. Roads pass ponds with corner herons standing, are they watching fish or waiting for the sun. November days passing, greyly lit winter, curling … Continue reading Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog
Holiday Contest First Prize: Poetry – Six Holiday Haiku/Senryu
By Katelyn Thomas He calculates, frets. Santa does not need to fit - No math in magic. This Christmas morning nature tinseled the white pine with layers of ice. Empty cardboard box - gift enough for the kitten. No need for the mouse. They are not ready to pack their wonder … Continue reading Holiday Contest First Prize: Poetry – Six Holiday Haiku/Senryu
Ready for Christmas
By John Page
“The Kneeling Saint”
By John Page The Basilica of St. George the Hammer was the largest church in the city of Mulun. It was set on the Glimmor Hill. It was built in the Grim Nova Nouch style. The twenty story structure was covered in skulls, showing scenes of conflict: Heaven and Hell. Everything was done in a … Continue reading “The Kneeling Saint”
Tommy Haiku 108-110
By Thomas Page Hawthorne glances at A glen, asking whether it A devil’s office. Milton and Hawthorne Seem to agree that sin is Born of a cold head. Are poems that are lost Really gone? Passing zephyr On a sunny day.
Tsuki and What’s Important
By Thomas Page “Tsuki” Bashō, seeing his Final moon setting, writes on His name—banana “What’s Important” Issa, confronted By critic of his whimsy, Shows him the world's joy.
Hiding
By Pat St. Pierre
Dreams
By Rajnish Mishra My father is a dreamer, has always been. Only now his dreams have enlarged spheres. Even then, back then, he dreamed a lot and talked of his dreams, of a suave move, a shrewd plan, a sure guide, ‘for dummies’ to the treasure at the end of the rainbow. Times … Continue reading Dreams
Sunday Morning, At a Friend’s
By Alyssa Trivett Trains hopscotch over hangnail tracks, lollygagging into the next privileged horizon, the soundbites chewing up any ear-space we have left. Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work recently appeared at in Between … Continue reading Sunday Morning, At a Friend’s
Everything You Left Behind (Reprise)
By Alyssa Trivett A compression sock. Wooden baseball bat. Power drills aligning the wall, armed to the teeth with battery packs. Rusted out workbench. Operational electric model train town, circa ’97. Miscellaneous slippers, plastic laboratory glasses, beakers, and pipettes. Old business cards from your consulting business. Referee whistles. Identification badges for the park district. A keychain … Continue reading Everything You Left Behind (Reprise)
Academy of the Heart And Mind 