By Anthony Palma All you see are the lights, starfire ground into dust, dimming and sharpening like pencils until they are little but pinpricks, a terrestrial star chart. They are the spaces we forget, the front porch light left on, the street lamp guarding our slumber unceasing. On the highways they mark cars, photons … Continue reading Flying at Night
My Soul
By Ian Copestick In this life, there's not much that I can control But the most important is my soul Let it be open, let it be giving As my body withers and dies Let my soul keep living Let love, not hatred be my guide Let it grow to be beautiful inside No, there's … Continue reading My Soul
Academy of the Heart And Mind 