By Pat St. Pierre
Dam
By Thomas Page A concrete wall blocks a river Making a lake Or not. Human’s creative hand To shape the land in its image. Stewards of the desert Or any arid place Baptized in life-giving water. A great roar reverberates From the concrete wall. A krypton waterfall with internal rage, Eternal rage … Continue reading Dam
5 Hour Window
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan I cannot imagine my windows only being there for 5 hours. What happens then? An open air intrusion of bugs and bird? Open concept to the masses? But that is the present humanitarian reality. I can’t imagine what I would do without my windows. A … Continue reading 5 Hour Window
Art Contest Winner
By Admanda Lee
What it Feels like When it is Raining
By John Page I think what a bird thinks in the rain Rain is cold Rain is wet Rain makes everything wet Rain is fun to walk in Rain is dangerous Rain is relaxing Rain is
“Digging Fox” (Haiku 178-182)
By Thomas Page Is a digging fox, Scraping at rosewooded grave, Reanimator? What separates whey And curd, butter and cream, wheat From casted chaff? The endless river Of thought flows frameless without Regard to sequence Is flowing language A loose arrangement of mixed Confusing writing? Will this haiku mean The same thing as when I … Continue reading “Digging Fox” (Haiku 178-182)
What could have been glorious
By Rajnish Mishra Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. His work has now started appearing in journals and websites. Flashes of gold on mud … Continue reading What could have been glorious
Tommy Haiku #146-151
By Thomas Page I count, once again, The fifteen ornaments that Hang from the garlands I am the guard of The door marked “Elves only.” Kids Love to make for it. The river frozen, Labored frigid breaths escape From chilled lungs and tongues The trees dead jutting Out of graying, cold hillsides. The year is … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #146-151
Illusion is our imagined separation from God
By Allison Grayhurst Bend down and savor the shallow water, stroking out praise like the wind strokes the skin on a gentle day. I was in the pit, closed across the journey, forming lines, lining up eagle eggs, pine cones and leashes. Breaking though irregular dreams that break the edges and expand in an … Continue reading Illusion is our imagined separation from God
Step Outside
By Don Kingfisher Campbell open door walk on water reflects pools around shoes feel grass blades between fingers grasp tree texture rough to stroking hand sense air flow over skin see clouds with moist eyes sky towers above buildings
Academy of the Heart And Mind 