MORNING AT THE COTTAGE A gift from night chill, from the dry wind grace, from the incomparable red-rimmed morning sunlight in a slow spread everywhere... deep the earth becomes, endless mystic fervor; feel the freshened wind through oak's forked bough, fragrance of honey from each old hollow. Shadows spread far, strike the nostrils in a … Continue reading Poems by John Grey
Poems by Phoebe Marrall
THE SAME PRIVACY These I saw: small onions laid with their root discs punctuating the longitude poles. Polar caps, yes, navels to the earth where their buried unions still hold. That space along the stalls, unpeopled on this damp morning, stops me (for it insists), with the white parking lines leaping to the … Continue reading Poems by Phoebe Marrall
Winter rain in my muse-like homeland
By Paweł Markiewicz the eyesome fay at the crack of dawn in winter is weeping the winter rain in the form of magnificent teardrops is dropping down it is to be mesmerized in glaciated dreams of muses the shepherd boy hears the falling of the more tender rain like meek tears the docile … Continue reading Winter rain in my muse-like homeland
First Place Short Fiction Contest: Lost and Found by Colleen M. Tice
Part I The archeology class has been on the dig site for two months. They had been studying abroad on the outskirts of the Island Aswan. The group’s campground is on the edge of the east banks of the Nile River. Professor Alexander Bakas received permission to dig on the site for three months. His … Continue reading First Place Short Fiction Contest: Lost and Found by Colleen M. Tice
“Read My Wounds”
By Ahmad Al-Khatat I don't deserve to live in this world mainly, because my dreams are hidden from me as my bare feet are chained Maybe my time should have ended as every night, my eyes begin to cry, she disappeared from my cigarette smoke and was harder to drink just water My hopes … Continue reading “Read My Wounds”
Tears and Laughter
By john collins 2018 Tears are not always shed in pain. Many books have been written in tears. as well, containing their share of laughter. Much of history has been written in tears. with its thread of struggle and strife. Life can be a school for tears as well as a school for laughter. … Continue reading Tears and Laughter
“Empire”
By Sanjeev Sethi (1) My excitations impatient for expression, in your mussitations find meaning. The peripheral always gets me, yet I allow it to attenuate me with its sensations. (2) You unlock the gates where your inmost gadflies exhibit outcomes of Dutch courage. In our little parliament there is no slot for Dorothy Dixer. … Continue reading “Empire”
“The Way of the Dinosaurs”
By Thomas Page “Hall of the Dinosaurs” sits ‘bove the great Weight of the history museum down there, Where all that was a la mode now preserved Reserved as a lesson for us on what Clear-cut reasons are now daguerreotypes, Stereotypes of yestreens of the mind. Kind blurbs familiarize us as guests; Requests for a … Continue reading “The Way of the Dinosaurs”
“Babel”
By Thomas Page Long, long, ago It has been supposed That we all spoke With the same furl of tongue. Long, long ago It has been told That we all spoke With the same folly of tongue. Long, long ago It has been foretold That if we all spoke With the same furl of … Continue reading “Babel”
All I Have to Offer
By Hio Fae All I have to offer Are some borrowed words, a grey shirt, butterfly wings left on my porch— next to the recycling bin. Maybe some dates, oats, chili flakes for your apples, the finest tap water. All I have Are translations of animal tracks that still linger in sentences, … Continue reading All I Have to Offer
Academy of the Heart And Mind 