By John Grey My dogs get antsy when the wolves howl. That wild beast is broadcasting something no doubt but, when they try to reply, it comes out as just pathetic howls or timid barking. They're not hungry like a desperate creature in desolate woods, mid- January. And nor as randy and lascivious in the … Continue reading THE WOLVES OUTSIDE
GROCERY SHOPPING HERE ON EARTH
By John Grey There's row after row and then there are more rows - some are stacked to the rafters with soda bottles and cereals - others are lower to the ground, piled high with fruits and vegetables - then there are the freezer cabinets - be quick in and out or the glass … Continue reading GROCERY SHOPPING HERE ON EARTH
“Regard”
By Thomas Page Rivers meet and separate without care To humanity’s wishes. They flow and ebb According to the cycles set before the rivers Began to speak with a soft rage cutting Rocks from earth , easing the seasons into The practices of these breathing an element Forming its very essence of water. From this … Continue reading “Regard”
SMALL FRY
By John Grey I've long since given up on history. From the beginning, it never liked me. My revenge will have to wait until the sun burns out, the earth implodes, and Shakespeare and the jerk who cut me off on Reservoir Avenue are on equal footing. History was just a comfort zone for … Continue reading SMALL FRY
“Paying Homage to Jersey Cows on a Friday Afternoon”
By John Dorroh A friend dropped a white plastic bag onto the kitchen table. It was loaded with 3 cheeses from Marcoot’s Creamery – garlic herbed cheese curds, smoked gouda, and Quark, a spreadable creamy cheese with a sweet kiss on the palette. The wine was already open, just like my heart in an … Continue reading “Paying Homage to Jersey Cows on a Friday Afternoon”
“Collateral Damage”
By John Dorroh 1. The first snow is pretty – virgin flakes whispering through cold air, cascading from billowy, gray clouds, landing gently on barren ground, fresh, mesmerizing, hopeful, promises (leaving a film of anticipation) Sadly, it loses its beauty. 2. She grew up in snow, clutched by its cold, blue talons; favored by wise … Continue reading “Collateral Damage”
“Still Life”
By Thomas Page Right before me there is a vase made of Glass imbued with unpotable water Criss-crossed with stems of varying widths which Are floating in a pseudo-creche, a yurt Acting as a spyglass to the other side. The flowers are every shade save blue Which blushes purple from red painted Flowers flanking the … Continue reading “Still Life”
“Write While It’s Quiet”
By John Dorroh She told me to write while it’s quiet, while the dogs are on the deck sunning in a dangerous summer sun, while the earth movers are not chewing up the ridge across the road, while the neighborhood kids are stuck at school, while the jackhammers are in the backs of workers’ … Continue reading “Write While It’s Quiet”
Songs for Four Seasons
By Joan McNerney Spring Equinox This is when we search for color to transform cold grey. Rainfall begins its magic high lighting sky blue. We see stacks of luminous clouds as plants pop out emerald buds and forsythia busts open with sparkling yellow stalks. Trees dressed up in chic green boogie through noon breezes. Aromatic … Continue reading Songs for Four Seasons
“A Quiz”
By Thomas Page The closest thing to silence echoes through the room. The lesson plans of other teachers bleed in through the walls Like a gushing wound by a riverbed To set the stage of unease. The occasional flip of paper Or the clawing of an eraser Work in syncopation led by no conductor. Does … Continue reading “A Quiz”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 