Good (from the Morning) red clouds and a newly-born house: friends who are creeping near the window, eager to look inside do not worry, they are just a sound of round-like shouting because of that you ́re waking up and passing by. only dust on the furniture, how many names does it remember? and how … Continue reading Poems by Ian Liubimov
“Write While It’s Quiet”
By John Dorroh She told me to write while it’s quiet, while the dogs are on the deck sunning in a dangerous summer sun, while the earth movers are not chewing up the ridge across the road, while the neighborhood kids are stuck at school, while the jackhammers are in the backs of workers’ … Continue reading “Write While It’s Quiet”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 