By Jessica Ricks Jacob, Chrissy, and Marcus made their way to the end of the long, winding street. It was getting late. Houses were starting to turn off their lights indicating that they were done giving out candy. The streets that were busy with kids, and some teenagers, going from door to door in their … Continue reading Academy Classics: Halloween’s End
Academy Classics: Halloween’s End
By Jessica Ricks Jacob, Chrissy, and Marcus made their way to the end of the long, winding street. It was getting late. Houses were starting to turn off their lights indicating that they were done giving out candy. The streets that were busy with kids, and some teenagers, going from door to door in their … Continue reading Academy Classics: Halloween’s End
Without A Mouth
By Ahmad Al-khatat I asked my parents why the moon and sun exist without a mouth, and live with grief in their eyes my father said because mankind lies to each other every day, below the sincere sunshine then my mother said because mankind betrays To each other quickly and shamelessly under the moonlight today, … Continue reading Without A Mouth
What’s Inside My Heart
By Ahmad Al-khatat What’s inside my heart is unraveled sorrows between regrets leaves from the trees of my honesty to the people I love the most What’s inside my heart are arteries living on my ache’s bad habits that could be a cure with eyes weeping every day I have no choice to stay healthy What’s … Continue reading What’s Inside My Heart
A Keyboard As Hot As A Smocking Barrel
By Mendes Biondo I’ve got to write an article about a banner affixed against the wall of a library something against mobsters and indifference something for those who believe culture could kill professionals with smoking guns or lawyers accountants notaries corrupt I’ve got to write that piece but I can feel my stomach aching … Continue reading A Keyboard As Hot As A Smocking Barrel
One Shot One Poem
By Mendes Biondo I’m not sure that stuff could be considered a poem you said on the display a few words about a thing happened while you were on a tram poetry is everywhere I told you just let things go just don’t change life into a good story let flow what happened and … Continue reading One Shot One Poem
Surprise Party: A Simplified Explanation of Life
By John Dorroh For those of you who can see through the fog to the other side of the river; to those of you who dance until 3 in the morning and never sit down; to those of you who have a secret contract with God to minimize your distractions, your general life hassles, your … Continue reading Surprise Party: A Simplified Explanation of Life
New Breath
By John Dorroh My friend is giving birth in the front seat of my Civic, zipping down Highway 45 South to the Gulf of Mexico, to a secret place in Mississippi that gave me new life three years ago when I thought I was going to die. Her pains are registered in compressed throbettes, … Continue reading New Breath
Erasing The History Of My Oven
By John Dorroh I climbed into the oven to get a better look, to erase history with a brillo pad and some elbow grease. The first mountain was pitch black and starless, a horrible crust from cheese that leaked from a Mexican casserole last July on the hottest day of the year. It was … Continue reading Erasing The History Of My Oven
Got Wood?
By John Dorroh My roommate likes to burn stuff in the middle of the back of the back yard where he’s fashioned a burn pit, surrounded with seats carved out of ancient oak stumps, a primitive Stonehenge as it were. When I had known him a year, I grew leery, concerned about his proclivity … Continue reading Got Wood?
Academy of the Heart And Mind 