By Michael Lee Johnson Walking across the seasons in exile in worn out house slippers, summer in Alberta prairies- snowshoes, cross-country skiing winter in Edmonton, Alberta. I'm man captured in Canadian wilderness, North Saskatchewan River. I embrace winters of this north call them mercy killers. Exiled now 10 years here I turn rain into thunder, days … Continue reading Canadian Seasons Exiled Poet
Seaview
By Ahmad Al-khatat Since the time I built my first sand castle and the waves damaged it I knew that temptation was not fancy in my small home nor in the castle of my princess The thieves are well trained to play with them meanwhile, tears are falling hopelessly Different drugs are no longer bad … Continue reading Seaview
sandman
By Wanda Morrow Clevenger there were times a year or two here and there at the housing when I had a bedroom to myself, upstairs facing the Christenson’s front door the window fan blared so behind the headboard I could talk out loud in anonymity I prayed in the wild whirl forever it … Continue reading sandman
love notes
By Wanda Morrow Clevenger arrived in the mail every single day for weeks sure I had kept them from you the notes then came incognito Wanda Morrow Clevenger lives in Hettick, IL. She use to keep small birds but they continued to commit suicide on her watch. Now she randomly kills orchids.
Burnt Leaves
By Ahmad Al-khatat Sometimes, it’s better to leave the past unsaid to anyone untrusted when the ears hear nothing of delight but about a world that is breaking in pieces of dryness and moisture Little birds of heaven fly above the graveyard of unknown tombs Some of them were actually for friends we met below the … Continue reading Burnt Leaves
The Soul Mirror
By Ahmad Al-khatat You see me, you follow me slow as the night when it slaughters the sunset above the clear skies Golden danger that you hide appears sad from your eyes End me and allow me to die above the pool of my rusty blood I don’t want to be the soul mirror with a … Continue reading The Soul Mirror
a different elvis
By Wanda Morrow Clevenger at an after-funeral meal just one small town over one of the church ladies spoke of another young man also recently gone but by his own hand his parents had named him Elvis this was all I had to go on Wanda Morrow Clevenger lives in Hettick, IL. She … Continue reading a different elvis
weekend in Old St. Charles
By Wanda Morrow Clevenger at the Amerisports Bar & Grill a flurry of females in flapper frocks condoms glued to the bride’s veil Wanda Morrow Clevenger lives in Hettick, IL. She use to keep small birds but they continued to commit suicide on her watch. Now she randomly kills orchids.
Initiate
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan step forward mind the line it is there for your protection don’t blink answer truthfully let me know if you feel any pain give blood give your samples authenticity accepted step forward mind the line it is there for your protection… Ryan … Continue reading Initiate
You’re a Cage Fighter, of Course there is Blood.
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan The pregnant are ready to pop. Always expecting. Busy ants lead back to sugar. And there is this gym you train at in Brooklyn where they teach ju-jitsu as a first language. A striker shoring up their game. You’re a cage fighter, of course there is blood. Some of yours … Continue reading You’re a Cage Fighter, of Course there is Blood.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 