By Sanjeev Sethi Heart learned early about issues of entanglement. Player of my pitfall indited on the quicksand between us. When awkwardness of first love entered, inly I knew cruelty of contours but I swam with the blues. Second time I was champing at the bit. It happened quicker than I could control it. In its … Continue reading “Impressions”
Haiku 279-289
By Thomas Page 279 A Pavlov’s bell rings In the ears of the students Who belt out old songs. 280 People speak fondly Of ghosts who do not shine new Lights of their being 281 Fear, like an unattended Tea kettle, boils With frightening power 282 Change is a flavor Of … Continue reading Haiku 279-289
Something That Would Make Your Mother Blush
J.J. Campbell burn the candle at both ends live your best life or something that resembles something that would make your mother blush never fear death or consequences and by the time your 40's roll around hopefully you are married have a good job and are comfortable for when you … Continue reading Something That Would Make Your Mother Blush
Haiku 257-267
By Thomas Page 257 Minutes morph into Hours as the students try To babble different sounds 258 Students, no matter Where they go to school, will talk ‘Bout anything but 259 Adulthood, like beams Made from cave-dripped water, Fuses without notice 260 A parking lot made Barren by the revolving Moonlight—glowing eyes … Continue reading Haiku 257-267
Being
By Rajnish Mishra It's difficult to be what you are destined to be, more difficult to know what you are destined to be, and then to live, not reaching there, ever. Nothing comes for free. The world takes the fee of life. Sometimes it simply condemns you to live your death as you … Continue reading Being
“Zombie Thomas”
By Thomas Page I can’t help myself whenever I hear people taking Because it normally is too good to pass up. People love to have private conversations Loudly in public for all to hear. Like a groundling, I fervently pretend to not listen to passing moments Which I will never encounter again. I heard … Continue reading “Zombie Thomas”
Haiku 246-256
By Thomas Page 246 The squirrels, privateers Of the forest, raid the bird Feeders for bounty 247 The water cycle, Amplified by the summer Heat. I need water 248 Schedules, gardens Of time, bloom regularly Like the clocks on walls 249 What are the birds of Summer? They all congregate In common … Continue reading Haiku 246-256
“Scraps of Emptiness”
By John Patrick Robbins On another night like any other. I will pen the lines I lived once Now I bleed them alone. Fading like ink soon forgotten with time. We all have our hang ups. I know the wind can't tell stories and my soul cannot bare the complete truth. Old friends , … Continue reading “Scraps of Emptiness”
Micropoem by Virginia R Macy
My Life in a Few Words. By Virginia R Macy On Oct. 15th, 2018 at 10:14 pm Reality Is So hard to hold onto now That my life is mine
The Pinnacle Unrealized is Our Only Hope
By Linda Imbler The construct of realized man is the ultimate conceit. The finished image of man is a blasphemous myth. We must never believe our desire for perfection was consummated. We must never resist evolution to then be threatened with the sword of Damocles. Life should be transformation. Change should be life’s very quality. … Continue reading The Pinnacle Unrealized is Our Only Hope
Academy of the Heart And Mind 