By Paweł Markiewicz the eyesome fay at the crack of dawn in winter is weeping the winter rain in the form of magnificent teardrops is dropping down it is to be mesmerized in glaciated dreams of muses the shepherd boy hears the falling of the more tender rain like meek tears the docile … Continue reading Winter rain in my muse-like homeland
MALFORMED
By Brian Rihlmann on the forest floor there was movement and when i crouched to get a closer look i could see it was a butterfly struggling to break free bright yellow and glowing like a tiny squirming sun inside the dark shell of his cocoon he was halfway out but seemed stuck so … Continue reading MALFORMED
Academy of the Heart And Mind 