By Milla Kuiper The Pumpkin Spice Girls The girls, they Drink pumpkin spice in the fall And peppermint at Christmas Pick flowers in the spring, And eat strawberries in summer. Wear their little scarves Or frilly sundresses, Dark colors in winter, Knitted sweaters in autumn, Pastels in spring, Cropped tees when the sun beats down. … Continue reading The Pumpkin Spice Girls and Sound
Two Leaders, One Shared Cause and Other Poems
By Douglas J. Lanzo Two Leaders, One Shared Cause Dedicated to the memory of Martin Luther King, Jr. Two leaders of their peoples, yearning to be free, shattering cruel vestiges, of tragic slavery. The first, son of a pastor, thundering Sundays, the second, raised in Egypt, kin to Hebrew slaves. Both spoke out for true … Continue reading Two Leaders, One Shared Cause and Other Poems
Love in a Nutshell
By Joan Leotta Last week I bought a bag of assorted nuts in their shells and set them into the carved wooden bowl my grandmother gave me. I dug out the steel nutcracker (pliers- style) set, complete with picks. I smiled as I looked at the nuts in the bowl because in my mind I … Continue reading Love in a Nutshell
Why I Am a Night Owl
By Rachel Troyer Night begins when I wearily climb the stairs to my flat and kick off my heels and change into a little knit dress that feels like wearing PJs. I drop my bag and keys, and head to the kitchen to make something simple for dinner. Maybe a couple of eggs, or a … Continue reading Why I Am a Night Owl
Dripping and Empty Space
By Noée Spiegel Dripping I stare right through the glass Right through it’s layers of transparence and it’s nuance of azure Lips ever so plump, filled to the brim with senseless idioms A glass so full it’s contents drip over it’s edge Pathetically one might say Brave another may reply The faucet’s incessantly trickling, chunks of … Continue reading Dripping and Empty Space
Bitten Bridle
By Chad M. Horn Old mares get naggy Studs are put out to pasture Geldings? Sold for meat Once Stakes-dreams are dashed None become pleasure horses No rose-garland'd grave… Chad M. Horn is a beat poeta and mixed media artist from Central Kentucky. He is the emcee of numerous performance-poetry events including the annual Kentucky … Continue reading Bitten Bridle
The Crossing
By Michael Barrington As the ship pulled away from the pier, the people on the dockside seemed to shrink in size until they were swallowed up in the mist, as if some giant had cast his cloak over them. Joe pulled his threadbare jacket closer around himself and clasped his elbows as if the gesture … Continue reading The Crossing
So Texted Zachary and Other Poems
By Ken Gosse So Texted Zachary - a Phone Poem He texted her, “Oh, Merry me!” She texted back “That sounds so guy!” But he continued, “We could B ...” She interrupted, “Can’t you C? You send your love from A to Z but texting only makes me cry!” If he’d just reached across the … Continue reading So Texted Zachary and Other Poems
Lunara and the Kingdom of Memory
By Daniela Silva There was a time when they lived "happily ever after". At Graceland lived a princess named Eudora, along with her (widowed) father, King Hadrian. She was given this name by her mother as it meant "good gift". That was exactly what Eudora represented: a sweet and beloved princess who loved flowers and … Continue reading Lunara and the Kingdom of Memory
Bottle Green and Shadow Warmth
By Shereen Rana Bottle Green Resurrect. You think of what's more to history than just mouths. Fists, towers, weeds, edible roots. Running out of time. The holy rust on the nail. And you think the light falls between your shoulders, you beg to feel the first star a person ever saw in the earth, to … Continue reading Bottle Green and Shadow Warmth
Academy of the Heart And Mind 