By Ryan Quinn Flanagan Last night was a doozy. I dreamed I was a crockpot and all my organs were cooking. I was slick with sweat when I woke. Throwing a bus under the bus. Betrayal with passengers. Blue bucket seats wanting off the cataclysm. Wheels in motion. Everything happening at once. Singing cobras out … Continue reading “Throwing a Bus Under the Bus”
The Untranslatable: Tampo
By Thomas Page This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. A viper buried deep in the dirt Posing as a rose bush with a poisoned thorn Producing an aroma sweet as misery Of the … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Tampo
“The Locket”
By Ann Privateer The boy, the locket Carried away In another time Another place. Jealousy we But lucky to be Starting again Starting here Starting now.
Alphabets: Gamma
By Thomas Page Have you ever been to the museum and covered your eye To see the painting defy the laws of physics From yards away in a gallery? Eyes have not seen Ear has not heard Can I ever trust my senses to make sense of what I sense? Does it even … Continue reading Alphabets: Gamma
“gathering for one last ride”
By J.J. Campbell one last hurrah before the final nap of our lives bruised neon souls gathering for one last ride may we dance naked under the acid rain tripping daisies, waxing poetic tasting the sweat of the beautiful ones one line for god, one line for family one … Continue reading “gathering for one last ride”
Death Imitating Art
By P.A. O'Neil “I never meant to hurt anyone.” The man looked down and shook his head, damp from the rain, his arms wrapped around his body as if to fend off a chill. “You have to believe me, officer.” The diminutive woman in the police raincoat nodded as she took his statement. “Yes, sir; … Continue reading Death Imitating Art
Three Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
"SHADOWS" I see shadows come into existence between light and darkness. They box each other for the right to fill in spaces and places. I doubt they feel any pain and I’m certain they do not bleed. "I READ THE STARS FOR A CHANGE" I read the stars for a change. … Continue reading Three Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
The Untranslatable: Han
By Thomas Page This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. The world is an impressionist’s eye exam With the letters blurred from a certain distance. The people you encounter everyday Will always be … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Han
“Recitation”
By Thomas Page I’ve never read any of my poems in public. Not because I have some apprehension about sharing them in a room mixed of strangers and friends But just that I prefer people to read them themselves. I tend to write “closet poems” like many of the plays of the Roman language, … Continue reading “Recitation”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 