By Thomas Page No matter what I do, I have no idea what I look like. I try to plan my outfits in my head as I groggily get dressed at the sixth hour While ignoring aspects like my hair As I hurry to beat the traffic Tuesday’d into oblivion Only to see what I … Continue reading Alphabets: Iota
The Old Apple Tree
By Tavinder New Gabriel Borin tore and battered his way through the tall vines obscuring the view that lay ahead, as they wounded his skin leaving signs of his blood onto their branches andthe floor. They were like protectors an army of the The Old Apple Tree, that many before had failed to release … Continue reading The Old Apple Tree
Articles by Ogu Chukwuebuka Kizito
THE PRISONER Staring at the walls of this prison, looking at the bars that have held me hostage for a long time. I watched seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days, and weeks turn to months. Locked inside a room with no hope of freedom. In some of my bad … Continue reading Articles by Ogu Chukwuebuka Kizito
Alphabets: Theta
By Thomas Page I pilot around the room A jigsaw puzzle of hoodies and laptops Typing with the varied tones of an office-space Looking over poems they will never hear Looking for a wildebeest in the savannah. Heymister should be my name as I go to the caller What does this poem mean? I try … Continue reading Alphabets: Theta
Poems by Charles Rammelkamp
Colors When did salmon become a color? Around the same time peach and pistachio did, I imagine. Their thingness provides a solidity to the tones, as any noun brings a shape to experience. Red, blue, yellow, pink, green, purple, orange. The words label the visual quality without reference to something colored just so, only abstract … Continue reading Poems by Charles Rammelkamp
RETIREMENT AND THE REALIZATION THAT I’M GETTING OLD
By Jeffrey Zable So I’m coming out of Trader Joe’s in Daly City when two men approach me with surprised expressions. One of them says, “Mr. Zable. . . it’s great to see you!” Looking at both of them, I have no idea who they are, but am curious to find out. When … Continue reading RETIREMENT AND THE REALIZATION THAT I’M GETTING OLD
Poems by John Goodie
Grandma’s Biscuits Flour dust on her wrinkled hands, and apron Silver gray hair pulled into a bun, on top her head Back door open, screen door with a torn screen, lets in flies Spring flowers blooming in the yard, the yellow daisies Honey on the table, butter in the dish, same table Smells of the … Continue reading Poems by John Goodie
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By Thomas Page People often confuse my brother with me Because we are close in age. There was a time when we were about the same in all regards: Same hair Same teeth Same height Same clothes. They would call us the Page Twins or the Page Boys As we would meander from place to … Continue reading Alphabets: Eta
Poems by John Grey
SPLENDOR, THE NATURAL VARIETY I'm enamored of splendor. Especially the natural variety. Like this lake smooth as glass but for the ripple of a loon passing. And mountains, though I've no wish to climb them, make a perfect backdrop. As do the deer nibbling at the forest edge. My current mood is rare but … Continue reading Poems by John Grey
Poems by Ramon Shawntez Jackson
Reminiscent I grew up in East & West Oakland during a time when everyone treated each other like family. You knew your neighbors and you spoke, “whether you like them or not,” grandma would tell us. We went outside to play, for hours we’d run and invent games, and imagine worlds. Sometimes, in the summer … Continue reading Poems by Ramon Shawntez Jackson
Academy of the Heart And Mind 