By Thomas Page There’s something comfortable in what the Modernist hated— The risk of routine settling fauve motions into mechanics-- That define the human part of the spirit The need for consistency in each experienced sunrise That sets the stage for the actions most desired by the critics The permanent fourth wall that looks at … Continue reading Alphabets: Tau
Front Porch Swing
By Kimber Annie Gently swinging. Quietly creaking. Back and forth. Back and forth. Here I sit. Here I listen. Listening to the music of the front porch swing. The weathered wood all laced with stains creaks clearly. It tells of cold snow, warm hugs, and hot summer nights. It tattles of spilled lemonade, talks … Continue reading Front Porch Swing
Poems by Margarita Serafimova
Apotheosis The radiant shadows of the clouds, great, were standing on the invisible depths. Life, as always, was in the halls of the ending. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The sun is burning the summer for a new beginning. Only cicadas in their symphonic madness quite know what that means. ____________________________ A dance they were, under … Continue reading Poems by Margarita Serafimova
The Hike
By Dianne Moritz Walking through forests of lost years, you dropped small clues, like Hansel’s breadcrumbs, leading the way back. Ravenous, I promptly sweeten harsh words, raw truths, as one would a bitter fruit. We continued down those pot-holed trails, rock strewn paths, muddy lanes, hoping to reignite young, long ago love…. Dianne Moritz's … Continue reading The Hike
Poetry by CL Bledsoe
A Letter The mountain thinks it’s time I stomped my stupid feet up its face. Don’t judge our relationship. Of the many things I can’t get used to, living is the one I mention least when complaining. That path through the ferns that bordered the river has been asking after me. I can’t say it’s … Continue reading Poetry by CL Bledsoe
Poems by John Grey
SPLENDOR, THE NATURAL VARIETY I'm enamored of splendor. Especially the natural variety. Like this lake smooth as glass but for the ripple of a loon passing. And mountains, though I've no wish to climb them, make a perfect backdrop. As do the deer nibbling at the forest edge. My current mood is rare but … Continue reading Poems by John Grey
Alphabets: Zeta
By Thomas Page If I were in charge We all say to ourselves Things would be different. Different, yes, but better? I’d like to think that I would make a positive impact in I were in charge But that impact would probably funnel into a selfish whirlpool. Where did you think the idea of … Continue reading Alphabets: Zeta
Canyon Views
By Tom M. McDade The timbre of Cheyava Falls, Quaking aspens, cliff Roses, fern, and currant Bushes, pinyon, scrubby and Prone ponderosa pine Clear Creek Trail, Heat, thirst, heart attack Angel Window–arch natural Cape Royal Rock–Geodesic Service marker, hefty fine Or prison, damage or theft Famous mule rides down Zigzag switchbacks Chopper and airplane wrecks … Continue reading Canyon Views
Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)
319 Hummingbird feeder In a hibernating tree— My bare hands are cold. 320 April showers wash Away Japanese flowers— Bonsai gardener. 321 How could I ever Count the raindrops on windows— Reflection of stars. 322 My foot plunges in Puddles deep as trenches chilled With the absent light. 323 A faceless chamber Voting against … Continue reading Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)
A Vacancy
By Poppy Scarlett One insignificant white bench – wasted fragrant roses falling into the blankness of the oncoming darkness. You sit I lean - watching as the sun sinks further caressing all those sleepers who lie themselves warm in their imaginings. No ins – no outs other than to say here we are coming together albeit as two … Continue reading A Vacancy
Academy of the Heart And Mind 