By Zoe Abramson “Get in the car!” I had only been in dad's house for one minute and I was already being yelled at. “Samantha, can you please hurry up?” I was trying to hurry up, but I couldn’t. I was hoping for a hug, but instead I got yelled at before I could even … Continue reading Counting Worries
Fortunate
By: Viviana Labarca I was born on the 28th of February. Had I come out just six hours later, I would have been born on leap day, destined to experience a quarter of the birthdays that most people experience. In that sense, I am fortunate. Birthdays are supposed to be joyful beginnings. To my … Continue reading Fortunate
Jack and Mary
By Tess Mazzucchelli Jack and Mary started bringing their grandchildren, Nora and Aaron, to Mike’s Diner when they were infants. Jack had picked them up, one in each arm, and brought them over to the jukebox, their chubby palms pressed against the glass as he chose a song. Frank Sinatra had streamed out of the speakers … Continue reading Jack and Mary
Cookies and Whiskey
By Vincent Baker As I turned the door knob, I heard scrambling throughout the apartment. As I walked in, I saw my mom holding a tray. I smelled the whiskey aroma mixing with the sweet, warm scents from the cookies. “I made your favorite!” I heard her say enthusiastically. “Did you finally decide to … Continue reading Cookies and Whiskey
More Poems by Marc Carver
By Marc Carver SNOW ON TREES A long snake sits on top of bark the sun casts a shadow on another tree, it looks like a man with roots for legs and arms running as fast as he can If I grew roots from my toes and planted myself in the earth I could … Continue reading More Poems by Marc Carver
Her Way
by Wanda Morrow Clevenger when girls my sister and I were made to scratch her back and her head until our fingers came away oily she said it was nerves from raising 4 girls alone a doctor told her to take a glass of wine at night to relax but her faith … Continue reading Her Way
Standard Issue
by Wanda Morrow Clevenger we weren’t friends or enemies standard issue mother and daughter five decades passed before she revealed anything remotely personal hoping perhaps I’d make record even though she had said she didn’t read the poems
Homeward Bound
By Scott Thomas Outlar I sang to my Father on his deathbed. He had not spoken a word in days, cancer-ridden, organs collapsing, high on morphine, but I knew he could still hear me. I sang a song from a book I’d written years earlier during a particularly good time in my life, and this, being … Continue reading Homeward Bound
I am
By Rajnish Mishra Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. His work has now started appearing in journals and websites. I play animatedly, happily for … Continue reading I am
Death came visiting
By Rajnish Mishra Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. His work has now started appearing in journals and websites. Death came visiting: far away. Death … Continue reading Death came visiting
Academy of the Heart And Mind 