Sophia By Amelia Frey Montgomery Blair High School Fifteen years. It was still there. I set the handful of zinnia and soil down beside the letters and cautiously run my fingertips over the engraved name, my engraved name. The rock is chilly and nips at my fingers, a smooth roughness. The memory hadn’t faded with … Continue reading High School Contest Fiction Winner
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By John Patrick Robbins It stands as it is. We will all know it someday and now it faces me down. Every line is now more polished the truths are far to real and the scars are deep and many. The numbness never does last the magic is gone and now I try in vain … Continue reading 41
Classic 70’s Chick
Classic 70's Chick (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson Classic 70's chick scent of these times gold digger want to be. Poet & scholar stuck on T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land.” She tracks down a few stray men, prospect hunks, & greenback dreams. Her long legs stretched out beneath this dinette table, these high wooden heels hang … Continue reading Classic 70’s Chick
Into the Whipsaw
By Ken Allen Dronsfield In this world of heartless consumption waste of human life to the whipsaw; children shot dead while at recess never did so little mean so much then when two deer in a field saw you and you saw them nothing else mattered... as neither blinked. self-righteous take aim. the pious … Continue reading Into the Whipsaw
Sonnet 103, Rose and Thistle
By Ken Allen Dronsfield The instrument of a torture is said to be born of a rose and thorns at dawn evil briers or brambles grasping tightly a deep snort of peppermint snuff to calm. Alight on a box of reddish apples or resting on a bed of fresh thistle working knives always sharper … Continue reading Sonnet 103, Rose and Thistle
With Charcoal Black Version III
By Ken Allen Dronsfield Today I'll travel to the swamp and woods to do a little artistic sketching for those painting projects during the warm summer. As I leave with my thermos and bag, a lone cardinal sits by the empty feeder, snail trails arrive in the freshly tilled garden. Gentle rains beget fresh greener … Continue reading With Charcoal Black Version III
Lorie
Lorie By Michael Lee Johnson Lorie, you want to see me clearly through this joy of my naked body avoiding the sweat of my emotions, just breathing on my neck rubbing this baseline of my groin- will not find us here again. Go away, leave me thinking louder than your breath- body moves quietly in … Continue reading Lorie
Restless Hawk
Restless Hawk (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson The angels of wings are always in flight be the devil or archangel Michael. I'm a hawk, I'm a night owl night barroom flights, fighter, seeing eyes that eye me contact, not blind, a rhythm of sensuality. I take my shower, deep breath, scrub good off my skin, breathe … Continue reading Restless Hawk
A Peep Through The Window Of Heaven
A million million spermatozoa All of them alive: Out of their cataclysm but one poor Noah Dare hope to survive. And among that billion minus one Might have chanced to be Shakespeare, Another Newton, a new Donne - But the one was Me. - Aldous Huxley She was just the shy type. She was … Continue reading A Peep Through The Window Of Heaven
The Book Without a Story
By Adia Keene For a painter, the first stroke on the canvas was always the most severe. If executed poorly, what could have been a masterpiece became just another tainted scrap of paper to be discarded once the day ended. Perhaps the author was a bit dramatic in her comparison. After all, a keyboard was … Continue reading The Book Without a Story
Academy of the Heart And Mind 