By Chloe Alfieri "I talk to god but the sky is empty" Sylvia Plath I love the breeze through my window at midnight, the stars and the clouds and the moon, full, embraces me in light. I love, love, love her. Shouting into the void: Is all of this love going somewhere? In her absence … Continue reading Absent Questions
A Day in the Life… And Other Poems
By Ann Christine Tabaka A Day in the Life… dishes piled high in the sink. dirty laundry strewn over the back of a chair. all life in chaos and disarray. nothing seems as it should. twisted visions of dreams from the past. crumbs on the kitchen floor. thinking I need a day off. life running … Continue reading A Day in the Life… And Other Poems
The Nun’s Pockets
By Kait Leonard Sister Mary Hildegard bought a chocolate donut with pink sprinkles. She closed her eyes while she chewed, not wanting anything to distract her from the greasy cake and sugary sweetness. It had been over forty years since she’d indulged in anything so frivolous. Sister Mary Hildegard crossed herself. Sipping coffee thick with … Continue reading The Nun’s Pockets
My Imaginerie
By Ken Gosse A Goosey Gander a quip What’s good for the gander is often a good gander at a goose. Pig, Pig, Duck! a senryu Don’t raise either eye looking for pie in the sky once pigs learn to fly. Boo Who! a quatrain A hippo doesn’t need to hide. When watching them, you … Continue reading My Imaginerie
A lot to think about over oatmeal, yogurt, and banana slices And Other Poems
By Peter A. Witt A lot to think about over oatmeal, yogurt, and banana slices In the zuihitsu form Old dog lies on the carpet legs running in place, perhaps trying to futility chase that cantankerous cat who pounced him from the bushes during our late evening walk. Paper person came early today, slung paper … Continue reading A lot to think about over oatmeal, yogurt, and banana slices And Other Poems
The Dance
By Jamie Johnson The words square dance around in my head, unfixed, and unable to tumble down my tongue with ease. I try to talk but only stutter; the weight of those words; the allemandes and do si dos keep it stuck. Then you appear and the frequency in my brain calms; no more, swing … Continue reading The Dance
Ode to My Blue Target Watch
By Hailey Pierce I wear my watches on the inside of my wrist. Counterintuitive and strange, to lift my wrist, the joint cocked palm-away from my face to expose the blue spider veins under pale skin. But I see the time amongst the backdrop of my blood; heartbeats counting just like seconds, the rhythm of … Continue reading Ode to My Blue Target Watch
From Soil to Dust
By Dan Shpyra The bright lights were blinding Oleksa; his thin arm wiped the sweat from the forehead. June's sun did not play favourites. The man's weary blue eyes were staring at the dark rocks and dirt beneath the worn boots. As he leant to grab the pickaxe, the copper cross slipped from his linen … Continue reading From Soil to Dust
The scent of home and Other Poems
By Domina Petric The scent of home Heaven at night is full of stars. The candle on my table burns all night. The scent of purity fills my room. I am drawing the Perspective While the street lamps shine. Heavy rain clouds frown above the town. Heavenly Night can be felt only once. Rain, like … Continue reading The scent of home and Other Poems
Aina Ghar / The Mirror Room
By Mehreen Ahmed Between a three-hundred-year-old house of the Sufis, and an un-gated front yard, a quiet graveyard sleeps, where the bones of the ancestors rest. The spiritual leadership of this complex changes hands every time the previous sufi dies, and a new one is designated to the cushion called the Gaddi. who is then … Continue reading Aina Ghar / The Mirror Room
Academy of the Heart And Mind 