By Sunil Sharma Wings tiny, wide-spread Against a crimson sky. Dark body dipping in/out Fluid dots spiraling out in a wavy series. A flight of pigeons going separately. The bird, joyous. Evening! Time to return home For the kids of the sky! Sunil Sharma is a college principal, freelance journalist, author and editor. Mumbai-based, he has … Continue reading “Flight”
“Madhouse”
By Sunil Sharma In a madhouse, the only sane are the insane the guys know/see things the normal are denied If there were no insane folks, how the world would measure its own diminishing sanity? The institutionalized soul was meditative: Why the mad politicians/terror-mongers outside? Sunil Sharma is a college principal, freelance journalist, author and … Continue reading “Madhouse”
“Zombie Thomas”
By Thomas Page I can’t help myself whenever I hear people taking Because it normally is too good to pass up. People love to have private conversations Loudly in public for all to hear. Like a groundling, I fervently pretend to not listen to passing moments Which I will never encounter again. I heard … Continue reading “Zombie Thomas”
“Interrogation of a cynical age”
By Sunil Sharma Where is the anger? Asks Jimmy Porter And where are the other angry men? Where is the next howl? Asks Ginsberg. And where is the scream? Asks Munch. Is madness passé? Asks Gogh, a bit disoriented. And where is my ambulance to drive in new hot spots? Asks Hemingway. They have … Continue reading “Interrogation of a cynical age”
“The Journey”
By Sunil Sharma I will take you to where moon is Or, other some such places where You hear the Amazon singing at her tenor full. The Niagara falling falling falling like tumbling$ Or: The ancient Nile being travelled by a young Cleopatra and Antony And recorded by the Bard for the King’s Men, … Continue reading “The Journey”
Haiku 246-256
By Thomas Page 246 The squirrels, privateers Of the forest, raid the bird Feeders for bounty 247 The water cycle, Amplified by the summer Heat. I need water 248 Schedules, gardens Of time, bloom regularly Like the clocks on walls 249 What are the birds of Summer? They all congregate In common … Continue reading Haiku 246-256
“Scraps of Emptiness”
By John Patrick Robbins On another night like any other. I will pen the lines I lived once Now I bleed them alone. Fading like ink soon forgotten with time. We all have our hang ups. I know the wind can't tell stories and my soul cannot bare the complete truth. Old friends , … Continue reading “Scraps of Emptiness”
Micropoem by Virginia R Macy
My Life in a Few Words. By Virginia R Macy On Oct. 15th, 2018 at 10:14 pm Reality Is So hard to hold onto now That my life is mine
The Pinnacle Unrealized is Our Only Hope
By Linda Imbler The construct of realized man is the ultimate conceit. The finished image of man is a blasphemous myth. We must never believe our desire for perfection was consummated. We must never resist evolution to then be threatened with the sword of Damocles. Life should be transformation. Change should be life’s very quality. … Continue reading The Pinnacle Unrealized is Our Only Hope
“Quiet as the Spider”
By Thomas Page “But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart.” —Gustave Flaubert Madame Bovary Routine is weaved like gossamer outside My kitchen window—its strength, its splendor … Continue reading “Quiet as the Spider”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 