By Thomas Page I know the voice in my head but can’t describe it well. It accompanies me wherever I read And fills in the empty silences with reflection Like a fax machine chugging along in this day and age Sitting by a summer window Thinking of the birds and the leaves swaying in the … Continue reading Alphabets: Psi
Three Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
"SHADOWS" I see shadows come into existence between light and darkness. They box each other for the right to fill in spaces and places. I doubt they feel any pain and I’m certain they do not bleed. "I READ THE STARS FOR A CHANGE" I read the stars for a change. … Continue reading Three Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
The Thought Police
By Marc Carver I sometimes wonder where all these thoughts in my head come from the good ones as well as the bad. Whether there is someone up there throwing them through the clouds like bolts of lightning. Dreaming up craziness then sitting back and laughing while I decide to take them up or … Continue reading The Thought Police
Respect
By Sahaj Sabharwal *1Respect is the Desire of everybody's mind, But is only given to people who are kind. *2Respect is given to those who deserve it, And is not given to those who are unfit for it. *3Respect is like a fuel of life, Without which a man cannot work rife. *4Respect to our … Continue reading Respect
Poems by Michael Lee Johnson
Reincarnation (V4) Next life I will be a little higher up the pecking order. No longer a dishwasher at the House of Pancakes or Ricky’s All Day Grill, or Sunday night small dog thief. I will evolve into the Prince of Bullfrogs. Crickets don’t bother me. Swamp flies don’t bother me–I eat them. Alligators I avoid. I … Continue reading Poems by Michael Lee Johnson
Wanting to See Him
By Alli Marney-Bell I see light when I wake up. Could I be dead? I don’t think I’m dead. The ground feels cold. My head hurts. Where am I? I try to stand up. My wrists buckle under my weight. I fall before moving my legs. I hit my head again. It still hurts. … Continue reading Wanting to See Him
In the Black
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan The mind stays in the black and the body follows. The confusion of rush hour roundabouts cleared up in a way I could not explain to you five minutes ago. Things are fluid. The stairwell is a shipping crate that dabs stretched limousines out of their length. I … Continue reading In the Black
Academy of the Heart And Mind 