By Miree Antar Limb and Language Turning hands back and forth, elbow arches and the little purple marks from years gone— what more is there to grab onto?Like cats posted by the window, what’s worth absorbing? When every idea and structure is half made and out of reach?I’ve learned more from burning fingers than anything … Continue reading Limb and Language and Other Poems
Something So Elementary
By Joely Ramo If energy (you) can not be created Than energy (you) can not be destroyed because energy (you) are atoms and atoms (you) are the basic units of chemical elements you are gasses you are liquids you are solids sounds simple almost basic… yet, this law of nature is the most significant affirmation … Continue reading Something So Elementary
Friday Morning Pickup
By Anna DeVizia As I’m leaving in the morning, I notice that my neighbor has haphazardly placed an old television on their curb, the kind that resembles a big shoebox, weathered gray plastic encasing a dull glass mirror that likely once reflected the smiling, pink faces of children on a chilly Christmas morning.I think of … Continue reading Friday Morning Pickup
The Echo
By Dennis Williams The Echo The echo travels to the end of the woods Disturbing the peace of my dog and I Suddenly I saw shaggy covering his ears The trees beside me shaking Leaves drooping Water whirling.My peace was disturbed My skin frizzle And my tooth was set on edge.My heart weptEspecially for the … Continue reading The Echo
The youngest, only child
By Meghan Goss I am my dad’s youngest and my mom’s only. But I feel like both sometimes. Never really at the same time. Both the youngest and the only are spoiled. I am spoiled. But what are physical things if I don’t have my siblings to enjoy those things with. The youngest has older … Continue reading The youngest, only child
We, the Inns
By Sahar Imteyaz History—she is partial.She remembers the travellers,The roads they walked,Their journeys’ beginnings And their journeys’ ends.But, we, the Inns—Are forgotten.You find us on every road—On plain, smooth roadsAnd dusty, broken roads.Travellers cross their thresholdsAssured in their heartsOf finding us on the way—The balm of vigour for wearied limbs.Yes, we, the Inns,Forgotten as we … Continue reading We, the Inns
Beneath the Gingko Tree
By Kazumi Hayashi When I say Tokyo, what do you see? The crosswalk stop light turns green, the stagnant crowd suddenly engulfs you in motion, from one step-a-second to five. The LCD screens with loud advertisements, you don’t need another brightening cream, but after those few seconds, maybe you do need a brightening cream. Move … Continue reading Beneath the Gingko Tree
The Cottage
By Michael Rawlings Light flutters in the just-dusted window, shimmering on the maroon sofa and warming the plump cushions. An orange cat stretches in the heat and lies down, purring slightly. Dirt-dusted paws. Soil trickling on the windowsill. Five potted plants soaking in the sun’s rays. A whirring sound comes from the kitchen. Someone’s using … Continue reading The Cottage
The Unique Tale of Love
By Anwesha Topdar No laws retain the status of theirs,In the bittersweet strain of love and wars.In your perspective, you might be the affected one,But maybe on the other hand, you have made someone so.Each mellifluous lullaby of love is idiosyncratic,One or the other has got to deal with pain and woe.In the effable game … Continue reading The Unique Tale of Love
Dream Times
By Jim Hanson My present is filledwith my dream of timeswhen young with no pastI dreamed of the futurenow old with no futureI dream of the past.Though having no choiceI prefer the pastto accept what waslike an old storywhen the end was sureto begin again. Jim Hanson is a sociologist and retired Senior Researcher at … Continue reading Dream Times
Academy of the Heart And Mind 