By Ann Christine Tabaka A rainy day falls from the sky. Bare feet splash in puddles. Cloud filtered light imparts a dreamy glow. The feeling of motionless time invades reality. Inside stillness, listening to the sounds soft rain makes. Melodic trickling transfixes the mind. A lazy yawn emanates, permeating the silence. Outside, small rivulets form, … Continue reading Rainy Day Charm
Photo Contest Second Place
By Pat St. Pierre
Poetry Contest – 1st place
No Matter What, Birds sing At play in celestial fields, they introduce one another display their assets regale with stories of territories conquered bravery against rivals beak to beak combat. Their songs epic poems to might and flight long distances of hardship, loss, the ardors of nest building parenting a thankless brood, the dangers of … Continue reading Poetry Contest – 1st place
Photo Contest Winner
By Pat St. Pierre
Photo Contest- Third Place
By Pat St. Pierre
Dam
By Thomas Page A concrete wall blocks a river Making a lake Or not. Human’s creative hand To shape the land in its image. Stewards of the desert Or any arid place Baptized in life-giving water. A great roar reverberates From the concrete wall. A krypton waterfall with internal rage, Eternal rage … Continue reading Dam
A Portrait
By Thomas Page Trying to capture someone’s essence, When they are no longer with us, Is like trying to replicate mummy-brown, Or Homer’s wine-dark seas, Or the rose of Augustus’ statues, Or the kinetic motion of Van Gogh, Or the undulations of O'Keeffe, Or the that shade of blue of Matisse, Or the stinging … Continue reading A Portrait
About Me
By Glen Armstrong You did not say my name. But I assume you were talking. About me. The Skrulls and the Kree. Go to war. I assume it was something I said. A wet sock accentuates. The tile on my bathroom floor. Loose change obscures. A photograph of me as a baby. Being … Continue reading About Me
Snow Globe
By Glen Armstrong Bones of snow. Seem to float within her. A horse and carriage makes its way. Through her wintery mood. The night would be beautiful. If not for this grave mission. And nothing I say. Seems to console her. Curtesy and customer service. Intermingle. I answer her phone. And the caller declines … Continue reading Snow Globe
Sea-Monkeys
By Glen Armstrong I'm afraid of poetry. Who’s to say that those interesting. Young people at the podium. Won’t summon a demon. Or make the whole room fall. In love. I have boots to reheel. And no time to feel weird. About daffodils and wars. That my grandparents fought. Words ought to inspire … Continue reading Sea-Monkeys
Academy of the Heart And Mind 