By Alex Andy Phuong Outdoor Swing Playing on playgrounds As a child Swinging high Towards the sky, Yet returning to Earth Is natural ever since birth Because soaring Is usually metaphorical, And all that people can do Is defy the impossible While also accepting the impossible, So swing realistically Inspiring Inspirational Inspiration Looking up to … Continue reading Outdoor Swing and Other Poems
Third Place Short Fiction Contest: Animal Plots and Schemes by Linda Imbler
Jasper Beorn, my Sphynx cat, is an ancient soul. He is also extremely intelligent. He lives with me in a small cottage house along with his brother, the rescue dog Maurice, who is, through no fault of his own, a few pickles short of a hamburger. Maurice is not the reason J comes across as … Continue reading Third Place Short Fiction Contest: Animal Plots and Schemes by Linda Imbler
“Lo and Behold”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #24 Lo and behold, the armadillo vexes The cars … Continue reading “Lo and Behold”
“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)
Relaxing Cat
By John Page
The Silver Tiger
By Thomas Page “The Silver Tiger” She slowly stalks Her hapless hunt Raising rigid razors To talon tuna From her food dish Eating revenant resolves Of old animals Shaped silly small Fabricated fish things She sips sweetly From fresh fountain Wash-backed water and Purrs proudly presently Now noontide naps Are adventitious plans Securing soft sofa … Continue reading The Silver Tiger
The Bear
By Thomas Page I suppose if you were to ask me What my spirit animal is, I would say it was a bear I heard some story that “bear” Is a pseudonym for the animal Because the original name is cursed. It’s actually called “Arktikos” Whenever a someone uttered it, A bear would attack … Continue reading The Bear
Tommy Haiku #91-94
By Thomas Page A hall without right Angles has many corners cut; Small elevator Countless, priceless works Of art sit in cool gall'ries Facing another Crickets sing nightly Of yestereen's courtly deeds Only known to them Sand between your feet, The salty air hits your face; Sun rising in the east
Academy of the Heart And Mind 