"Solstice Koan" Why not trust the return of the light in the midst of a cold winter rainstorm? The shortest day becomes the longest, becomes the shortest again. The cold sun crouches on the moon’s furthest axis, awaiting the signal to warmth. "The Mold of Us" No longer a surprise, this unveiling. The … Continue reading Three More Poems by Leah Mueller
“Time Passes”
By Ian Copestick Next week, my niece, is 17 years old and starts having Driving lessons. She's already Got a car. It blows my mind. It seems like only a couple of Weeks ago that I was holding Her tiny hand as she started Taking her faltering, first steps As she learnt to walk … Continue reading “Time Passes”
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
Alphabets: Beta
By Thomas Page I’d like to think that what I am seeing is real And not an illusion Or worst yet An allusion To something beyond my grey-matter’s comprehension. Whenever something that shouldn’t should We like to blame rabbits pulled from hats Instead of the eye watching the moving hands. Whenever the claw in that … Continue reading Alphabets: Beta
Poems by Guy Farmer
Contrived Existence Systematic destruction Of self-worth replaced With rigid decrees for How to live life, Zealously, nervously Monitored, lest there be Any defections, the Preservation of the sham The only goal, an insecure Stack of lies desperately Trying to justify its Contrived existence. ----- His Stories Sitting in his room, Telling himself His stories, Over … Continue reading Poems by Guy Farmer
The Untranslatable: Psithurism
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. By Thomas Page A smooth zephyr carries the fallen leaves of trees Across the dried concrete littered with autumn Painted shades of orange and yellow On a … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Psithurism
Poems by Marc Carver
THE FUTURE AND THE PAST I walked backwards on another man's footprints on the beach just before the sea swept them away. I thought I could have his past instead of mine he was welcome to mine. I didn't want it but really I knew I could never lose it that albatross that clung around … Continue reading Poems by Marc Carver
Poems by Marc Carver
HAPPINESS, HAPPINESS THE GREATEST GIFT A MAN CAN POSSESS If she had asked I would have said I want some kind of happiness not long a week a day an hour just something just something to know it was still possible but of course she never asked ALONE For the first time in my life … Continue reading Poems by Marc Carver
Alphabets: Alpha
By Thomas Page Let’s start at the beginning Because that is where all things make sense. Everything has an origin When looked at by a human eye Searching for meaning in the start. It’s where we feel most comfortable Because the beginning suggests an end— An end that we know to be true, To be … Continue reading Alphabets: Alpha
Poems by Marc Carver
THE IN AND OUT The man in the locker room moved his stuff for me and for some strange reason he said it was always the in and out. "You are spot on everything is about the in and out if only I could do the in and out all day life would be great." … Continue reading Poems by Marc Carver
Academy of the Heart And Mind 