By: Dr.Imbesat Maheen Syed The air is wet and cold, And as the season unfolds, The April shower arrives, With happiness in disguise. Though I've seen this time of the year before, But I'm so unsure, It looks like I'm seeing it for the first time. The refreshing breeze, And all the shades … Continue reading April Showers- Honorable Mentions
April Showers Contest – Poetry 3rd place
A Touch of April Rain Rie Sheridan Rose There’s a rumble of thunder in the distance tonight, calling to my heart. And now, a tap at the window, as the rain comes to visit, inviting me to play. I answer the whisper, open the door, and step into the rain. Fairy kisses cool against my … Continue reading April Showers Contest – Poetry 3rd place
April Showers Contest – 2nd Place Poetry
Truth Reflected Within Raindrops on A Showery Eve By Linda Imbler What you were, and what you are, off-center, you, beheld through my raindrops of tears. What I remember, and what I see, not the same reflection, us, while viewed inside puddles on the street. Just hollow fact: lovers, friends, enemies, strangers exact.
April Showers Contest- Poetry First Place
Precipitation By Bernadette Perez Billowing thick clouds overwhelmed the sky Rain trickled Washed away frowns Smiles gleam upon children’s faces Smooth comfort milked in warmth Curdles my soul Frost forms on open spaces A cold mist Frozen ice needles stand at attention Appearance of glass across the surface ................Twinkling beauty in the streets Frolic in … Continue reading April Showers Contest- Poetry First Place
Mayhem in a Season of Honey
Mayhem in a Season of Honey -a sestina Scent of chamomile, and the smell of honey. Destruction hid in the coffee, over burnt already. She strolls into a sunroom filled with flowers and potted trees. But colors are abstract. Blind, intertwined with the immaculate darkness -- shades from the hell they’ve told her. … Continue reading Mayhem in a Season of Honey
The Book Without a Story
By Adia Keene For a painter, the first stroke on the canvas was always the most severe. If executed poorly, what could have been a masterpiece became just another tainted scrap of paper to be discarded once the day ended. Perhaps the author was a bit dramatic in her comparison. After all, a keyboard was … Continue reading The Book Without a Story
Hungry
By Kυкι “кooкie” Urιe Grrrrowwwlllllll. The snow fell heavily, engulfing the little military transport and its two passengers in a world of whirling white chaos. The motorcycle half-track rattled furiously as it worked to propel itself forward in the face of the unforgiving winter. A young man, goggles and thick hood obscuring his … Continue reading Hungry
“Breathe”
By Caitlyn Forte 9/7/17 No. 9/7/17 So, apparently I’m not allowed to write a single word and call it a day. They told me I have to write about how I’m feeling. Supposedly it helps to write things out on paper so you can see it. Some bullshit about how it doesn’t get stuck in … Continue reading “Breathe”
Chasing Mr. Jones
By Camille Wilson “I’m not dead.” Those three little words woke me up in the middle of the night. So clear that they made me question whether or not I was in my right mind. I sat up, confused. An array of scattered thoughts and emotions struck me and pulsated through my brain. I looked over … Continue reading Chasing Mr. Jones
Just Two People
By Hemi Gordy It all began with a soda can. I stared at it, perplexed by the unfamiliar contraption. Turning to the stranger sitting next to me at the lunch table, I asked, “Can you open this for me, please?” I still remember the charmingly vacant expression in his blue eyes when he tore his … Continue reading Just Two People
Academy of the Heart And Mind 