By Admanda Lee
Poetry Contest Winner
Sleep II by Feby Joseph I knew… Somehow - Somehow, I knew. that this slumber was an intermezzo of waiting. Like the newest of leaves that stretch out to gold Somehow, I knew - …knew That there was someone… beyond the bend. My repose wasn’t unpleasant – It wasn’t a cage – yet I knew … Continue reading Poetry Contest Winner
February Contest
Hi everyone! Thank you all for your submissions to our “Love is in the Air” contest. I want to make sure that each winner gets a day on the Website so I’ll post the winners one day at a time over the next week. Thank you all again and congrats to everyone who submitted. They … Continue reading February Contest
What it Feels like When it is Raining
By John Page I think what a bird thinks in the rain Rain is cold Rain is wet Rain makes everything wet Rain is fun to walk in Rain is dangerous Rain is relaxing Rain is
Stem Cell
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan research is always being protested and funded and protested again so that after a while it becomes hard to figure out where the funding begins and the protest stops in much the same way you dig a hole into the wet crimson earth and wonder about all the … Continue reading Stem Cell
“Digging Fox” (Haiku 178-182)
By Thomas Page Is a digging fox, Scraping at rosewooded grave, Reanimator? What separates whey And curd, butter and cream, wheat From casted chaff? The endless river Of thought flows frameless without Regard to sequence Is flowing language A loose arrangement of mixed Confusing writing? Will this haiku mean The same thing as when I … Continue reading “Digging Fox” (Haiku 178-182)
Imagine
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan my surprise when the pigeons at my feet squabble over a single spent shoelace with no nutritional value and the guy who shoulders me and walks right through the metal detector of my back throws up his arms absently and keeps going as if to say he is sorry when he … Continue reading Imagine
“The St. John” and “Abandoned Barns”
By Thomas Page “The St. John” Cypress and Palm jut out of the Water in the St. John. Cows graze Along the flooded plains, eagles Roost in watercolored trees, fish Swim along side airboats whizzing O’er alligators torporing, Cranes, spoonbills, and other avians Float on ebbing lagoons now full. “Abandoned Barns” Abandoned barns sitting nearby … Continue reading “The St. John” and “Abandoned Barns”
Little Fox
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan In your mind you have no neighbor. The heart is another matter, almost demands as much. I have run sand though my fingers and never once think of the beach. That is how an illusionist escapes his days. The expansiveness of sweating. Thumbing down traffic with a large foamy finger from … Continue reading Little Fox
Crank Calling a Place of Business
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan There is much fun to be had if you are willing to have it the scales tip back out of blue moon and into your waiting arms glue that’s known as paste bean counters and jailhouse confessions the man on the other end of the line … Continue reading Crank Calling a Place of Business
Academy of the Heart And Mind 