By Jack S. Pale in the moonlight skin crystal ball you might see through into the emptiness Contained in shallow barrels meant to hold much more than this but she is in there trying to fill- or make the barrels smaller Hardened footsteps a horse stomps through the mud getting stuck pushing, pulling yet standing … Continue reading Shallow Pools
Familiar Surroundings and Other Poems
By John Grey Familiar Surroundings We’re back and everything is how we left it: our feet walk in old footsteps, our hands leave fingerprint where fingerprints already are. We’ve been away some time, a month or more, but the familiar doesn’t change. One room still leads to another. The ceiling is where it’s always been, … Continue reading Familiar Surroundings and Other Poems
Is She Paying Rent?
By Thomas Payne Birgit was arriving on the 8:32 flight from Chicago. Nathan had asked Jon to drive him to DIA, and asked if they could pick up Heather on the way to make it less date-like. I-25 was clear and Jon was trying to keep it under 85. Nathan lit him a cigarette. “She’s … Continue reading Is She Paying Rent?
Boring Maureen and The Scan
By Maureen Barron Boring Maureen When I was small I hated my name why was I called Maureen? I wanted a nice name If I had a nice name not Maureen or Doreen I would be popular at school People with names like Julia Beverly, Fern or Celia had lots of friends and had surnames … Continue reading Boring Maureen and The Scan
Her Presence in the Mist and Reflections of the Wandering Spirit
By Elmedina Hota Her Presence Covered In Mist Originally published in Sanitarium Magazine, issue 42., 2011. Her pallor gleams under the midnight skies, her beauty indescribable, wrapped by the nocturnal mist, on the cold ground she lies, so pure and dreamy, to human's flesh unreachable Devils in orchestra played symphonies of Hell to her, admiring … Continue reading Her Presence in the Mist and Reflections of the Wandering Spirit
The Unjoy of Cooking
By Ashton Cynthia Clarke I don’t remember why Daddy suddenly told me to fix dinner. Making our beds and polishing the wood veneer furniture with Pledge were the only household chores assigned to me and my little brother. Preparing food was strictly Mommy’s job. But where she was, I don’t remember. There was a period … Continue reading The Unjoy of Cooking
Proverbial Puppet
By Tryniti Thresher The real world says I don't know how to be a "real girl". That I own no purpose beyond escaping narcissistic hands dangling me about, and the twisted tiara of servitude laced with a taste of Stockholm Syndrome. Pulling at strings I jerk myself through life one wooden step at a time. … Continue reading Proverbial Puppet
Paint me by numbers, I’ll paint you too and To You
By Rachel Fillar Paint me by numbers, I'll paint you too Paint me by numbers, I'll paint you too All of the shades, tones and hues Put them down on paper The ones that make up me & you. From a boy in a Red hat Reaching over, leaning closer to help Pull the broken … Continue reading Paint me by numbers, I’ll paint you too and To You
keep out and Other Poems
By Dane Lyn keep out after Olga Rozanova’s “Abstract Composition (Color-painting)” please keep your hands and arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times please keep your thoughts and insights inside your pretty little head please keep tabs on your sensuality please keep your story straight please keep up appearances please keep please keep … Continue reading keep out and Other Poems
Bliss Street
By Cerys Harrison I was nearly thirty. That is to say, I was twenty-nine. I was growing lonely more and more. Many of my friends had given up their dreams of becoming professional actors. Collectively, we lost our enthusiasm, our optimism. A few of us had gotten small parts here and there over the years. … Continue reading Bliss Street
Academy of the Heart And Mind 