By Sarah Bilodeau What Theory Alone Could Miss Acrylic: 2011 I encountered a new theory that sailed me to this promising path; to a glistening shore of possibility. I started applying this new idea before it was time to think, assuming its utility more often than what was needed. The theory became a black box … Continue reading What Theory Alone Could Miss and In the Shade
A Moment of Synchronicity
By Ruby Pressman Today, I was sitting outside a church with my friend Christina. "Do you think --" I paused. "Do I think that God really exists?" We both laughed. "No," I chuckled, "I meant -- do you think that life makes any sense?" "No, are you kidding me?! Of course not!" I thought she … Continue reading A Moment of Synchronicity
Hear Me and Other Flash Fiction
By Aviva Derenowski Hear Me "Why are you mad?" he pleaded mournfully. His pain finally penetrated the veil of her perception, Previously, she'd been focused only on her needs. But - Did she want that existence? No, She desired mutuality; she wanted to listen to his needs and yearnings. So she enriched her reality; One … Continue reading Hear Me and Other Flash Fiction
Nice Day For It
By Wendy Taylor Nice day For It ‘It was a nice day for it,’Anna said. Rob waited for her to continue. ‘I rode Roly over the back of the farm and down to the river today,’ said Anna. ‘That would have been fun,’ Rob replied. He shifted his position in the wipe clean chair and … Continue reading Nice Day For It
The Pigeon Man
By Tim Law They call me the pigeon man, and I guess they are not wrong. I left my family home back in the eighties when my wife suddenly died. I walked the streets of old London Town for a bit before I made a new home with others like me. We hung out around … Continue reading The Pigeon Man
In the Grips of Paris
By Kathleen Sullivan Drawing in a deep breath, Harriet peered out from the window in the lobby of the most pretentious hotel in Knightsbridge. She furrowed her brow toward a sunken sky as autumn gusts blew down the avenue and scattered crumpled, bronze leaves toward her and the intimidating sandstone facade. Round and round the … Continue reading In the Grips of Paris
The Hummingbird
By Fred Miller With his wee feathered coat shining bright, he darts about in a blaze. A happy little fellow, he romps from flower to flower. I want to ask him if his tastes ever change. Do his wings make a hum, does he whistle, can he sing? Like a bee, he races this way … Continue reading The Hummingbird
The First Day of Spring? and I Know That I Know Nothing
By Ian Copestick The First Day of Spring? I was out walking this afternoon, and suddenly it seemed as if the atmosphere changed. The wind stopped cutting into me, I could sense the sun on my face. In the distance, I could see the sunlight being reflected in windows, golden, dazzling ! My spirit suddenly … Continue reading The First Day of Spring? and I Know That I Know Nothing
Watching You
By Nancy Lou Henderson Running, leaping, dancing along the electric line, watching, praying you will be fine. Straddling, clinging, sleeping on the branch of a tree, wondering, questioning if you see me. Flipping, rushing, fleeing from a Mocking bird, laughing, knowing that you heard. Digging, covering, patting the ground, loving, seeing, as you look around. … Continue reading Watching You
Fruit of Sin
By Suveeksha Viswanathan A towering ceiling fan, an untrustable axle, making my slumber my last. A rope casted round their neck, felicitous ants floating on a jar full of honey. A placid, vile snake you were, warm, loving scales coiling, I the hen unaware. A frolicking raven is to a wolf, a hook to an … Continue reading Fruit of Sin
Academy of the Heart And Mind 