By Glen Donaldson Sssssssssssssssssssss. Lenny Harris knew that sound like he recognised the sound of his own daughter’s voice. Air escaping from the front tire of a bicycle was never a good thing. Especially never good when you were here, where he was. A funny feeling was already beginning to creep up his leg. Lenny, … Continue reading Hissy Fit
Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)
319 Hummingbird feeder In a hibernating tree— My bare hands are cold. 320 April showers wash Away Japanese flowers— Bonsai gardener. 321 How could I ever Count the raindrops on windows— Reflection of stars. 322 My foot plunges in Puddles deep as trenches chilled With the absent light. 323 A faceless chamber Voting against … Continue reading Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)
Academy of the Heart And Mind 