By Rajnish Mishra My daughter, eight, looked at me with eyes: half-enquiring, half-afraid, eyes with faith, half, at least, and asked suddenly: Are we born again after death? I looked at my wife. Our eyes met. She smiled: that corners of the eyes, so-it-did-happen smile, and I knew it was not she who dropped a … Continue reading Tricks Language Plays
Post-Work Remains Left
I forgot the applewood bacon in the work fridge. My mother sleeps on the couch as infomercials promising or your money-back guarantee sins blast like music during a tumbling event. There isn't a single Z for shut-eye for me to borrow this evening, I sweated them out in eight-and-a-half hour aisle increments, but I'll get 'em back … Continue reading Post-Work Remains Left
IF
By Rajnish Mishra Work is worship. It earns returns. Wives with a poet husband want his work bring returns. Time invested in poetic affairs does not reflect upon account. Life’s short, wants unlimited, each second must count. “Don’t build your Nobel in the air”, she says, motherly, practical and fair. Pardons poor husband’s … Continue reading IF
“Cheating Death 20 Times
By Jake Aller In my 62 trips around the sun, I cheated death 20 times. These are the true stories. If I ever meet the grim reaper I’d like to ask him why he spared me all these times. Five Childhood Illnesses Hit me at age Six I was a preemie. Born two months early. … Continue reading “Cheating Death 20 Times
Acts of God and Mom
by Wanda Morrow Clevenger a quake hit at the housing way back when shaking Mom’s aluminum glasses on top the fridge I heard them rattle briefly upstairs in my bedroom before the floor moved it was the only quake to memory in all our years there Mom gave the glasses to the kids in Kansas … Continue reading Acts of God and Mom
“Her Little Irishman”
by Thomas Page My mother would praise me her Irishman. "Can you see his auburn hair and rosy, Cozy complexion. He's a giant and Grand in a room of others. An Irishman, Helmsman of the Emerald Isle today." Lay your Shepherd's Cap on my head, parade, Serenade on St. Patrick's Day old song Long held … Continue reading “Her Little Irishman”
Golden Shovel #5
Against the night by Thomas Page after Dylan Thomas "Do not go gentle into that good night" --Poem of the same name Poems about your parents are hard to do Because it is extremely hard to not Come off in a strange light. Let's try to go To nice and pleasant places having gentle … Continue reading Golden Shovel #5
Academy of the Heart And Mind 