By Luca Zani It’s one thirty-eight in the morning. In your sleep, you shift your knee to a position that looks like the night terrors of a chiropractor. You’re blocking the tv, but I was only listening to the audio anyway. I refuse to believe this is comfortable for you. In your sleep, you smile … Continue reading I’m lying down but I can’t sleep.
Blue Horse
By Yucheng Tao in my dream; its strong body,like a horse on the prairie,like a cowboy's horse.It could fight, it could run.In our hearts,we once rode a blue horsein our dreams,galloping in the land of freedom.Some pain was like a lean horse,running fast for a moment before collapsing.Because my sister and I—our memories didn’t fade.There … Continue reading Blue Horse
On the Prowl
By Mary Bone Smokey eyes in a darkened cave,mesmeric, moltenwith a glowing shine.Shades of bronze,and a warm glow.A mountain lion peers out.He is on the prowl. Mary Bone has had poetry published at The Academy of the Heart and Mind, Active Muse Journal, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Verse Virtual, Bottlecap Press and other places. Upcoming poetry … Continue reading On the Prowl
Key West
By Luchang Zhu On a bleak winter afternoon,I sat alone in a Panda Express in Illinois.A fortune cookie whispered:“You will cross mountains and oceansand find your way to warmth.”So I flew to Key West—the balmy Conch Republic,where time moves slow as amber honey.Morning found me—sunlight sifting through mist,softening into golden silk.A drunk slept against a … Continue reading Key West
Always There
By PencilNammed The sun used to follow me everywhere—I hated how it burned.Until the day I met her.She stood in the sunflower fields,Hair flying wild like fire,Eyes burning like embers against the sapphire sky.Chocolate melting in the sun,A drop falling onto the yellow petals—Like the beauty mark near her lips.Oh—her smile.Her smile made the sun … Continue reading Always There
Late Afternoon Snapshot
By Charles C. (Charlie) Gaines The last few, flat raysof sunlight dance acrossthe hillside over the way,landing softly on bright green mossand golden flowers that gently sway in the early evening breezes. The squirrel above me,scolds my infatuation with this sight,suggesting I move on, assuring hecan gather one last nut which he has spiedlying beside … Continue reading Late Afternoon Snapshot
On cognition
By James Aitchison It was our last phone call.“I have some cognitive issues,”my cousin told me. “If I goquiet suddenly, and you don’t hear me say anything,I’m still here.”The silence said morethan he ever could. James Aitchison is an Australian author and poet whose work has appeared via the Australian Poetry Anthology, Aesthetica, Poetry for … Continue reading On cognition
My Sunflower
By Ha-rin With no place to call home,I moved endlessly —searching for somewhereI could finally belong.Until I met you.You shone on me like the sun,you were a star in my dark world,the dawn I looked forward to.Your smile — the warmth of spring,your sincerity —a gentle fire wrapping me up in peace.You held the handsno … Continue reading My Sunflower
this is not a drill
By Mia Remience “we are entering lockdown. this is not a drill.” we pulled down the blinds and locked the door and bunched up in a corner of the room. we had practiced this so many times, but never like this. one girl had her earbuds in. another was scrolling on her phone. a whole … Continue reading this is not a drill
Lately
By Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal Lately, evening wipes me out.I end up on the ground.I retreat to earth’s lowest depthsbut not before I stagger.I drop like a fly heavy as stone.Sometimes I protest too much.I come back the next dayas I am seemingly indestructible.At night I am almost dying.I bury myself without a shovel.My decayed body,rusted, … Continue reading Lately
Academy of the Heart And Mind 