By Joan Lerman Lipatti: The Last Recital (September 16, 1950, Besançon, France) Soft as silver-toned satin, flowing sounds roll out of the fully-opened black piano lid; like white silk, generous melodies appear, evolve, and flourish. True, he was ill with leukemia, but no one could imagine his passing would be in just two more months, … Continue reading Lipatti: The Last Recital (September 16, 1950, Besançon, France) and Other Poems
Late November Magic and Other Poems
By Chioma Odukwe Late November Magic I dread less the sunset It's a time for me to rest My face now holds some color The harsh winter didn't take it all away Apathy is gone before I wake He left without his kiss I see the clouds are clearing up Making way for my rose … Continue reading Late November Magic and Other Poems
Balancing Act
By Leigh-Anne Burley Does a bird balancing on a blowing branch get seasick like a green sailor on a gray-rolling sea? Does a tightrope walker get dizzy on a breezy day? Who ties and unties the knots in your stomach? Who unites a divided mind or mends a broken heart. Is it left to chance, … Continue reading Balancing Act
Cracks and Other Poems
By Endya “Sage” Goliday Cracks For you to see the cracks and still call me beautiful makes me want to kiss every scar on your body. Allow me to learn each one. Wall Writing I write the walls because I do not know how to live in them or between. Scorched Time and time again … Continue reading Cracks and Other Poems
And Then You Blinked
By Marisa Cimbal You miss her. You brushed her hair and pulled it back. You gave her a hat and made sure she wore gloves. You bandaged her cuts and bruises and removed grass from the skin torn by cleats. You waved to her from the bleachers, shorts so long and socks so high, you … Continue reading And Then You Blinked
My Entire World Is Shaking
By James Moran What is happening right now? My entire world is shaking My pen is the seismograph My words are the jagged lines that are the cracks in the egg- shaped world that is birthing forth these images as I write James Moran is a professional astrologer who regularly publishes articles, fiction, and poetry. … Continue reading My Entire World Is Shaking
If We Children Plant the Garden and Fall To Your Knees and Pray: An Ecological Prayer for the World
By Denize Lauture, Coeur de poeme If We Children Plant the Garden Green are the leaves Red are the flowers Green and red is our little garden White is the pollen Rosy are the fruits White and rosy is our little garden If we children plant the garden Blue are the stems Gray are the branches … Continue reading If We Children Plant the Garden and Fall To Your Knees and Pray: An Ecological Prayer for the World
Love’s Light
By Brenda Mox Her bitterness seemed to wither like flowers in a crystal vase, on the hinges of his words, full of fairy delights bursting forth with pops of color, singing like a Sunday smile. Caught in the magic of moments in the fire bathed parlor casting warm glows on the sides of their face, … Continue reading Love’s Light
Safe Passage at the Symphony
By Alan Swope While listening to “Night on Bald Mountain” performed by the San Francisco Symphony The hall a Roman galley pulled by rowing bows, guided by the conductor’s baton. Its hull a haven from a world of losses. Billows of sound surge toward, around the silver-haired listeners as they plunge through timeless waters. So … Continue reading Safe Passage at the Symphony
Bathed Sands: A Villanelle
By Joseph DuPre “I have a pain upon my forehead here.” Even now, after years have passed away, I feel something shatter my mended peace, when I hear your bittersweet name. That moment, although short and petty, turns me into a bull trapped in Spain; the same even now, after years have passed away. As … Continue reading Bathed Sands: A Villanelle
Academy of the Heart And Mind 