By Kelli J Gavin The woods hate to see me coming at this pointThey welcome me yet know what I am up toI spend far too long roaming known pathsDiscovering new mushroomsListening to birds call me by nameEach and every timeSomething new will catch my eyeA flower in full bloomThe rabbit hopping away quicklyAnd a … Continue reading Hate To See Me Coming
in which poetry is a form of exorcism
By Haeun Kim tick tick tick. the shaman’s mouth steams,lip naked and hot like a teapot handle. sherescues the soul of the drowned, disguisedas byeolsang, spirits of another world. under-water, she swallows the saliva clawing upher throat to join the saltwater. tick tick tick.never let it out. she releases the unjustlydead, souls pouring like liquid. … Continue reading in which poetry is a form of exorcism
Black Lightning
By Bob McAfee You are the embodiment of a good thing coming in a small package, barely five feet tall and, let’s admit it, feisty as a sharecropper’s daughter ought to be.You carry a chip on your shoulder and the knowledge of space-time travel in your mind, three degrees in six years from MIT, a … Continue reading Black Lightning
Babe Without You Life Is So Blue
By H.L. Dowless Tears are rolling down my face,I simply don’t know what to do,My mind grasps not time nor space,Since I have no choice but to live without you.I well remember our walks through the park,I savor our picnics neath the weeping willow trees,I only want another pleasant stroll in the dark,Your beautiful face … Continue reading Babe Without You Life Is So Blue
Maine Sea
By Kelly Okoniewski My heartbeat follows the rhythm,Of the sound of the sea.Each wave a pulse of life,That is a part of me.Waves crash and smack the rock,Troubles in me stir.My turbulence manifest,With every roar and whir.Then the calmness of the tide,Brings peace to me.Everything else forgotten,Just me and the sea. Kelly Okoniewski is a … Continue reading Maine Sea
Nomads
By Sara Kaufman What a privilege it is to see this world through the wonder of a poetand the wander of a nomadtraveling at thirty kilometers per secondaround the light of our worldIt all started with fissionsome call it fictionbut I once watched a heart split in twoAfter all we all grewfrom the same moleculesDo … Continue reading Nomads
Day 199
By Kathleen O'Brien I don’t want to change,Or rather I do.I want to go back.Before the multiple tests not explaining the fatigue,the fever.Before the bright redblood on the beautiful blue linoleum.Before the call to 911.Before the two youngmen in their crispuniforms, vital enough butwaiting for two moreto carry John down thenarrow stairs.He was a big … Continue reading Day 199
Taking a Break
By Vern Fein We all need a break.A break from working,a break from kids,from our partners, from school, from God even.You choose your break.But can a break, break you?A private, bored with the play, took a break to down a drink.Left Abe at intermissionunguarded for a bit.A novice telegraph operator took a walk under the … Continue reading Taking a Break
1952.07.10—1953.07.27
By Maoming Tu In autumn, the Prisoner of War Campis dry and quite cold, and its surroundings, without any plants, are dusty. When theautumn wind blows, it scatters dust onto prisoners' faces, making it difficult for us to open our eyes. All we learned in our home country is struggling—the only way we can return … Continue reading 1952.07.10—1953.07.27
Tupelo Press 30/30 Poetry Marathon Commentary Days 26-31
By Thomas Page For the month of January, I will be writing one poem in a "poetry marathon." The poems will be posted here: https://tupelopress.org/the-3030-project You may also find out more about the poets and their fundraising campaigns here: https://tupelopress.org/the-3030-poets. Thank you to my father and Jim Bates for donating to the campaign! If you … Continue reading Tupelo Press 30/30 Poetry Marathon Commentary Days 26-31
Academy of the Heart And Mind 