By Kelli J Gavin When I was a child, we didn’t travel very often. I didn’t even board a plane until I was 11 years old. We would go to cabins in the woods for a couple nights or so, but they were always within a few hours of home. My dad and mom worked very … Continue reading Ornamental Grasses
The Grass That Sways
By: Kelli J Gavin When the grass sways from the mighty wind And hits my ankles and brushes my legs I fondly remember a simpler time when I thought being outside was my job When mom and dad would send us out To play all day and return for food Maybe even … Continue reading The Grass That Sways
Bridget and John
By Fran Riley Bridget told her parents about John the day they met. “Sold me some rotten tuna at the market today, that’s what he did,” she yelled into the phone, alone in her flat. “No fish tonight. How do you expect me to win the ‘Best of the Market’ award if I don’t … Continue reading Bridget and John
Recollection
By Anne Hicks Where am I again? The grayish blue walls and mild murmur of the people around me seem familiar, yet I can’t quite place it in my memory. A young woman is sitting near me, holding a glass of water. Her other hand holds a pill case, labelled “Donepezil.” Donepezil. Donepezil. Where … Continue reading Recollection
Honorable Mentions- Poetry
Horary of the Seasons On the appointed day dawn rises clear and golden, so warm as to deny that winter could ever come: like an horary of the seasons or of my lives, the ritual begins. I start to fold the clothes washed to cotton stiffness, the shirts and skirts I’ve worn for years, like … Continue reading Honorable Mentions- Poetry
A Portrait
By Thomas Page Trying to capture someone’s essence, When they are no longer with us, Is like trying to replicate mummy-brown, Or Homer’s wine-dark seas, Or the rose of Augustus’ statues, Or the kinetic motion of Van Gogh, Or the undulations of O'Keeffe, Or the that shade of blue of Matisse, Or the stinging … Continue reading A Portrait
About Me
By Glen Armstrong You did not say my name. But I assume you were talking. About me. The Skrulls and the Kree. Go to war. I assume it was something I said. A wet sock accentuates. The tile on my bathroom floor. Loose change obscures. A photograph of me as a baby. Being … Continue reading About Me
Sea-Monkeys
By Glen Armstrong I'm afraid of poetry. Who’s to say that those interesting. Young people at the podium. Won’t summon a demon. Or make the whole room fall. In love. I have boots to reheel. And no time to feel weird. About daffodils and wars. That my grandparents fought. Words ought to inspire … Continue reading Sea-Monkeys
Sunsetted Clauses
By James Walton She told me my hips could carve ham, a girl I loved dead early on a Sunday morning, a car in a suburban chance roll over the edge of Hailes Street. Langy knows we still blame him. His life of laying bricks the string line’s quiver a darting mouse, the memory of water … Continue reading Sunsetted Clauses
Her Way
by Wanda Morrow Clevenger when girls my sister and I were made to scratch her back and her head until our fingers came away oily she said it was nerves from raising 4 girls alone a doctor told her to take a glass of wine at night to relax but her faith … Continue reading Her Way
Academy of the Heart And Mind 