By James Bates One day…not much is there. Mom's eyes are dim with memory faded, Words come hard and the spirit is flagging. Then, it is as if a song begins, And through the deep recesses of forgetfulness, There emerges a kind of light, Renewed energy and a plan. Conversation begins. Words once forgotten … Continue reading The Dance
Two Poems by Kelli J. Gavin
Ocean Restoration The only hit I have ever welcomed was the slap of a wave First, my ankles and then my thighs Shocked by the coolness yet I welcome it again and again When my waist is consumed and I gasp in delight Even when I stumble back a step and lose my footing … Continue reading Two Poems by Kelli J. Gavin
The Lamentation of a Mother
By Indunil Madhusankha (Previously published in the 2016 October issue of the Synesthesia Literary Journal on 8th of July 2016) “Amma, when I come the next time, prepare me some Welithalapa.” Saying thus you left for work But all of a sudden like one of your most remarkable surprises You came … Continue reading The Lamentation of a Mother
“Walking Home”
By Andrew Scott Sorry Momma, this may be the last time you hear from me. Something happened while walking home that I cannot change, even if I tried. I was strolling around just as the sun was going down through one of the parts of town you always told us to stay away from but … Continue reading “Walking Home”
Mother
By Sahaj Sabharwal You are my pain curing, You are my thoughts hearing, You are my progress rising, That's why soul of mine is good.. I am trying to be good, Don't worry I am like developing wood, Your eye is only on me stood, That's why soul of mine is good.. Whenever I am being … Continue reading Mother
Without A Mouth
By Ahmad Al-khatat I asked my parents why the moon and sun exist without a mouth, and live with grief in their eyes my father said because mankind lies to each other every day, below the sincere sunshine then my mother said because mankind betrays To each other quickly and shamelessly under the moonlight today, … Continue reading Without A Mouth
Standard Issue
by Wanda Morrow Clevenger we weren’t friends or enemies standard issue mother and daughter five decades passed before she revealed anything remotely personal hoping perhaps I’d make record even though she had said she didn’t read the poems
Academy of the Heart And Mind 