By John Grey Large and small, dumb and smart, emphatic strides, indifferent straggle - the classroom fills. Some heads stare eagerly at the blackboard, others twist, bob, whisper. A few are clear about what they want. Most are attuned to getting by as best they can. The dunces wonder what they're doing there. The teacher … Continue reading The Class
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By John Patrick Robbins It stands as it is. We will all know it someday and now it faces me down. Every line is now more polished the truths are far to real and the scars are deep and many. The numbness never does last the magic is gone and now I try in vain … Continue reading 41
Classic 70’s Chick
Classic 70's Chick (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson Classic 70's chick scent of these times gold digger want to be. Poet & scholar stuck on T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land.” She tracks down a few stray men, prospect hunks, & greenback dreams. Her long legs stretched out beneath this dinette table, these high wooden heels hang … Continue reading Classic 70’s Chick
Saskatchewan Sky
Saskatchewan Sky By Michael Lee Johnson Saskatchewan sky, just a preview of love, chip off an edge of prairie chip an edge off winter- and opening multiple eyes toward spring. They-lovers, find themselves near evening bush fire- great seal fish and open lake, cuddle together- so wonderful there- where she comes from, where did she … Continue reading Saskatchewan Sky
Into the Whipsaw
By Ken Allen Dronsfield In this world of heartless consumption waste of human life to the whipsaw; children shot dead while at recess never did so little mean so much then when two deer in a field saw you and you saw them nothing else mattered... as neither blinked. self-righteous take aim. the pious … Continue reading Into the Whipsaw
With Honesty Comes Rain
By Ken Allen Dronsfield As horse hooves pound upon hard clay and rock trail dusty, water stained curtains move in gentle humid breezes. Thunder reigns o'er the lands off in the distant mountains here, it's quiet, tough to breathe spiders tiptoe across the table. Glistened tears fall in puddles swollen red eyes pray for … Continue reading With Honesty Comes Rain
“Step Through Summer”
By Allison Grayhurst Dying for my thoughts to fade into an amnesiac slur, not judge my convalescent love. Waiting for sleep to move to a higher octave, away from guilt, blame and artful blindness. The light that falls forever into the gullies of souls and skulls … Continue reading “Step Through Summer”
Tickled By The Fire
By Ken Allen Dronsfield I've thrown myself into it; thrown myself in. And the fire has been lovely. It's flames jump, and tickle, leaping toward impossibility, beautiful stars above. So if today, my body is dragged down, the courage which hurled me into the heart of the flame has smoldered into mere embers. The knowledge … Continue reading Tickled By The Fire
“Lost In A Garden”
By Allison Grayhurst Subjugated, they seduced your ego, abducted your history until nothing remained but a gap, a secret left too long untold. You have a face, a bed to lay your death mask and examine the tears that slip from that counterfeit depth. Morning is vivid, … Continue reading “Lost In A Garden”
Sonnet 103, Rose and Thistle
By Ken Allen Dronsfield The instrument of a torture is said to be born of a rose and thorns at dawn evil briers or brambles grasping tightly a deep snort of peppermint snuff to calm. Alight on a box of reddish apples or resting on a bed of fresh thistle working knives always sharper … Continue reading Sonnet 103, Rose and Thistle
Academy of the Heart And Mind 