By Ian Copestick Sitting, dozing as through the open Window comes the gorgeous aroma of Grass, trees and the countryside. Yes, life can be tough, at times it can Be darn near unbearable, but some Things are just made to be savoured. A warm, summer's night when I can See a beautiful, sleek fox … Continue reading Beauty and Bravery
Pete, Bob, and Robert
By Rose Aiello Morales Because in the beginning, there was suburbia and every house was the same. I was born, the placenta of ticky tacky, with Pete singing of the boxes, pastel past the point of home ownership, yards with swing sets and trampled dirt yards, Mothers saw their kids at meals or when the … Continue reading Pete, Bob, and Robert
The Poetry Reading
By Rose Aiello Morales Someone screamed for five minutes and no one applauded. One reader whispered curse words in several languages. Then they let in the clowns. One juggled several stanzas while riding a unicycle blindfolded, another stood stock still as a tear ran down his cheek, which drove the crowd wild. They threw sawdust … Continue reading The Poetry Reading
“Hamartia”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #25 One recent summer ago, I was tasked to … Continue reading “Hamartia”
The Cove
By Renato Econa I would run away with you we could go somewhere with verdant hills and overgrown castles somewhere with curving, towering skyscrapers and mosaics on subway tiles we could go to a little cove feel the sea spray and watch the water rise and fall like the Earth is breathing as long … Continue reading The Cove
Loon Call at Owl-light
By Carrie Connel-Gripp He was glad of his freedom, but the events of the past year left him brooding. Contemplating what he should do and where he should go only brought a swamping uncertainty. He could drown here just as well as somewhere else. There was nowhere he called home. He had gravitated to the … Continue reading Loon Call at Owl-light
“Lo and Behold”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #24 Lo and behold, the armadillo vexes The cars … Continue reading “Lo and Behold”
A Mad Old Poet
By Ian Copestick I've just been upstairs to get changed I happened to look in the mirror As I was washing my hands. I think I'm finally looking like a poet. It's not the bald head with short Ginger stubble, or the pain filled Blue bloodshot eyes surrounded With wrinkles. It's the mad eyebrows. It's … Continue reading A Mad Old Poet
Poems by Rp Verlaine
Of A Piece “Tell me,” she says Not wanting to know What I do/ don’t A first date since you... ...as Inquisition or decision on hold To be dissected inspected or left In checkmated dread several moves ahead And I'm willing to lose If at the end, the gain Tells me I've achieved Something close … Continue reading Poems by Rp Verlaine
She was Yasodharā …
By Indunil Madhusankha (Previously published in the PoetryExpressed Magazine) Having granted the Aniyata Vivarana by the Dīpankara Buddha, the Bodhisattva had her by his side in all his innumerable births, aiding him quite enormously as he fulfilled the Pāramitā Born as a Kinnari in the silvery Mountain of the Moon, she wailed unceasingly with … Continue reading She was Yasodharā …
Academy of the Heart And Mind 