By Mike Turner Dark night slowly lifts towards dawn Jet black skies shade to deep blue Gently, morning’s coming on Fleecy clouds reflect sun’s hue Sweet dew lies upon the grass Birdsong fills expanding air Sunlight grows as shadows pass Leaves rustle in breezes fair And as awakening from a dream You sense the world … Continue reading Morning
Three Poems by Alyssa Trivett
Your Porch I recall an evening, one Fall, on the way back to my metal box, I spotted the opossum and stopped, didn’t even have a chance to think of a proper Baby Book name from nineteen eighty five to christen it with, due to stage fright. God, how I miss those nights on … Continue reading Three Poems by Alyssa Trivett
Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Reddish Eventide As the sky turns from a light gray to orange. streetlamps now hang albeit a fallow pale Bluebirds gather upon the wires and poles the morning sun makes feathers feel warm coot and cormorant soar down the shoreline white terns hastily skim along wave crests large fishing boats race to leave the harbor … Continue reading Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Poems by J.J. Campbell
the lucky numbers never get chosen some wish for peace others for everlasting love money never comes the lucky numbers never get chosen for the powerball the most beautiful woman in the world sees you as nothing more than a tool meant to be used you wished for something different you should remember to be … Continue reading Poems by J.J. Campbell
The Untranslatable: Madrugada
By Thomas Page This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. The highway holds an eerie quality When the horns belonging to steel horses Evaporate with the stalled tires in garages far away. The moon, … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Madrugada
Haiku by Sahaj Sabharwal
The grass shining bright Like the glittering diamond. Due to moist morning!
The Morning Sun
By Thomas Page Whatever happened to the morning sun Asks the solitary, evening moon b ‘low The stars and the clouds framing a sky done. This time of year, I cough up my own lung Winter’s curse to the body that will know Whatever happened to the morning sun? Leather rancher coat … Continue reading The Morning Sun
Academy of the Heart And Mind 