Chicago Street Preacher (V4) Street preacher server of the Word, pamphlet whore, hand out delivery boy, fanatic of sidewalk vocals, banjo strummer, seeker of coins, crack cocaine and salvation within notes. Camper on 47th from Ashland to California promoting his penniless life, gospel forever Kingdom drifter here comes your reward. Fig Tree (V2) Fig tree, … Continue reading Poems by Michael Lee Johnson
The Untranslatable: Firgun
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable 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. What is mercy without payment or due Like a gem hidden in the walls of a mine Making no impact on … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Firgun
Sign of a Bitter End
By Ahmad Al-Khatat, Next week, I will be older than usual Tuesday coming, I will meet with a sign of a bitter end Anxiety, depression, low self-esteem Are in my mind and heart growing With no strength to talk about them to anyone I can't offer to meet with a psychological I tattoo … Continue reading Sign of a Bitter End
Poems by Ahmad Al-Khatat
Painting You I will be painting you below the curious moon next to a pallet of mixed emotions with a brush full of feeling The truth is I am a sad tear and not a colour of rainbow in your eyes all the colours dance all over your canvas I see the smile of … Continue reading Poems by Ahmad Al-Khatat
The Untranslatable: Gezelligheid
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable 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. At my high school, the seniors would on the last day sign each other’s shirts. The last period in the orange, … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Gezelligheid
PASCALE
By Bruce Hodder The rain was dripping from the winter trees in Pere Lachaise the day I found Pascale. Years before, she was my greatest crush, with those big sad eyes and all her hair piled up in front. Her high voice curled my toes. We talked a while. She asked how Paris was … Continue reading PASCALE
GATHERING OF THE TRIBES, 1967
By Bruce Hodder There is confetti in your black hair, Allen Ginsberg. The sky is a dharmakaya blue. A young Jonas Mekas is filming you as you play your tiny Asian finger cymbals. Young people take each other’s hands and dance, eyes watching, fifty-one years later, on devices that haven’t been invented yet.
The Untranslatable: Hiraeth
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable 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 fading dye of photographs hung on living room walls Holding idealized pasts of what was When everything was not a worry … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Hiraeth
AURORA
By Pat Ashinze You are a garden of ambrosial colours and psychedelic patterns. Let no one make your soul feel primitive and lightless. You are a name that gives the night her light. You have the blood of nature in your arteries. You are too deeply rooted to wilt from drought. Like a butterfly … Continue reading AURORA
Poems by Pat Ashinze
WAR let us draw light and curse the night and her evils. let us drink wine and make our women burn in love. let us taste death and resurrect to see the glossy sun. ... RIGOR APPETIT( Haiku) life is a banquet hosted by God. death: the irresistibly majestic dessert. all shall eat; all … Continue reading Poems by Pat Ashinze
Academy of the Heart And Mind 