By Wafula p'Khisa Sometimes I wake up and look at my bedside To gaze at you-- breathing softly as if you hold nothing against the world I stretch my hands to feel the warmth & softness of your skin But you grow wings and fly, evading my grasp, like dreams I desperately chase herein The … Continue reading When I am Stripped of Your Charms
Poems by Ian Liubimov
Good (from the Morning) red clouds and a newly-born house: friends who are creeping near the window, eager to look inside do not worry, they are just a sound of round-like shouting because of that you ́re waking up and passing by. only dust on the furniture, how many names does it remember? and how … Continue reading Poems by Ian Liubimov
Alphabets: Rho
By Thomas Page Everything in its essence has a point Somewhere on a quantifiable map On this green rock in the black, a bluepoint May hold all of the gravity and sap Forces like saline water that pinpoint Everything ever said into a snap Of a shell sitting in sand at gunpoint Of scheming poets … Continue reading Alphabets: Rho
The AI Comes
By John David Hanna It had been several weeks since Philip Chambers, his friends called him Frenchy for unremembered reasons, fixated on the same dream. In the dream, some ambiguous character met him outside of his high school. The twenty-something-year-old was dressed … Continue reading The AI Comes
Poems by Patricia Nelson
EXPLORER In his chest a red ship skids and thuds. He arrives with a scrape of wood at the new and unintended vision. Error lifts the bright hairs on his skin. His eye veers, here among the green dimensions. His wish for a wick of road. There must be a forward somewhere in the … Continue reading Poems by Patricia Nelson
Alphabets: Pi
By Thomas Page I have been told the number for pi That extends more than the stars in the sky Or the time I wait for the roundabout by The Victorian houses on Capitol Street. I know that the radius Like some band’s hiatus Is calculable like the latus Lines along the beach’s regular status … Continue reading Alphabets: Pi
Poems by Emily Bilman
THE DREAM CADENCE Lost in a wild forest where rivers run At counter cadence, I cannot step Into the river of my dream. Each clue Is immediately swept off by the original Dream that keeps slipping away. Stood I In an open field or was I celebrating Our team’s victory? I do not … Continue reading Poems by Emily Bilman
Front Porch Swing
By Kimber Annie Gently swinging. Quietly creaking. Back and forth. Back and forth. Here I sit. Here I listen. Listening to the music of the front porch swing. The weathered wood all laced with stains creaks clearly. It tells of cold snow, warm hugs, and hot summer nights. It tattles of spilled lemonade, talks … Continue reading Front Porch Swing
Poems by Kersten Christianson
Another Day of Rain The stack of poems on the desk builds, like clouds gathering where sea shakes sky’s hand. Words rainfall, arrange by line, sound, patter the windows, water the raspberries. I open the door, welcome the through-traveler storm. Mega Ship When the Ovation of the Seas docked in Sitka, we … Continue reading Poems by Kersten Christianson
Photography by Beverly M. Collins
Beverly M. Collins's photos have appeared on the front and back cover of San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, her book, Mud in Magic, and on the internal pages of Spectrum and Lummox 8 publication.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 