By Wegolonyo Erick But my son I speak to you with a humble voice Do I quarrel? (No, i do n—'t) Yet you heed off my free advice And I use My soprano vocal Not the heavy husky hectic bass! Dear son, perverse not in this road In this road of civilization.
Poems by James Mulhern
The Crosswalk Today I saw a father and son stepping onto the crosswalk. I braked and watched them pass. Son on father’s shoulders, headed to the park with swings. I drove on, thinking of you and wondered why you never lifted me and held my legs or brought me to the swings. But … Continue reading Poems by James Mulhern
Without A Mouth
By Ahmad Al-khatat I asked my parents why the moon and sun exist without a mouth, and live with grief in their eyes my father said because mankind lies to each other every day, below the sincere sunshine then my mother said because mankind betrays To each other quickly and shamelessly under the moonlight today, … Continue reading Without A Mouth
Dreams
By Rajnish Mishra My father is a dreamer, has always been. Only now his dreams have enlarged spheres. Even then, back then, he dreamed a lot and talked of his dreams, of a suave move, a shrewd plan, a sure guide, ‘for dummies’ to the treasure at the end of the rainbow. Times … Continue reading Dreams
Academy of the Heart And Mind 