Reel Journeys Few weekend miles I pedal bike through juggernauts, a colporteur, of imaginations, peddler, to change her library books, as scout to scour travel shelves for tomes, to take round globe poor-sight shut-in. I, from saddle, expedition lead, survey routes, change climate, clime, prepare her passage, appoint path, sail wave, hack jungle … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
The Spirit
By Ian Copestick Sweet suburbia on a summer evening, families sitting in front of their houses, getting ready for the 8'O'Clock applause to thank the N.H.S. The British people standing as one, now that there's a common foe. Perhaps this is it, that fabled blitz and Dunkirk spirit, that helped us fight alone against … Continue reading The Spirit
Poems by Marc Carver
GIVE ME A REASON I have the same feeling I had before the covid people would walk away from me or look at me strangely or worry when I got too close to them only now they make it more obvious and now they have a real reason Not me I listen to the neighbours … Continue reading Poems by Marc Carver
Poetry
By Lynn Long Yellow butterflies on a spring breeze And the very real knowledge, I will never be- The summer wind navigating your ship upon love's tempestuous seas Eowyn to your Aragorn I fall with grace... Seeking shelter from the storm amid Autumn's reign- and finding solace in the winter... once again xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Winter blues One … Continue reading Poetry
Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
The Eye of the Storm The looming clouds provided a portent Even though some thought that they were not important The rains fell down heavy and hard but definitely not like the lugubrious tales from the Bard Such as William Shakespeare's Macbeth (With the weird sisters and whatnot) The sidewalk had raindrops all over it … Continue reading Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
Achieving My Own Great Expectations
By Alex Andy Phuong A boy named Pip had once realized that, “In attempting to become a gentleman, I had succeeded in becoming a snob.” That character is the anti-hero in Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. Studying that novel was a huge burden on me for more than just its sheer length. I encountered difficulty while … Continue reading Achieving My Own Great Expectations
Amnesia
By Mike Turner I do not remember my birth Nor the exquisite bliss that preceded it When my soul was contained Not by my physical body But by the essence Of all existence Combined As a part of Creation I will not remember my death When I leave this mortal shell And my soul is … Continue reading Amnesia
Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
Be Real Reality might be bleak Yet the ones who accept reality Are not meek For the strong Are the ones who truly endure And enjoy the gift of life itself Son Rise Born into a world Of night and day Parents help a young man Not go astray Some abandon … Continue reading Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
Life is Brief
By Nancy Lou Henderson Budding and growing in early Spring, shaping, then becoming colors of green. Rustling and holding tight, cooling, then shading in the sunlight. Changing and turning brown in the Fall, floating, then bouncing like a ball. Rolling and sailing in the wind, rising, then gliding once again. Twirling and dancing in … Continue reading Life is Brief
Poems by Jesse Wolfe
Exeunt Your spiteful smile— flashing in the doorway— etched itself as if my memory were metal plate. Ambiguous carving— there is time to decipher it, but not endless time. Lightning flashes, illuminating you. Then darkness. Metal man, tin-thin, I am unassailable, but the imprint’s part of me: glancing behind your shoulder, hair half-veiling your … Continue reading Poems by Jesse Wolfe
Academy of the Heart And Mind 