By Mike Turner Lift me as a kiteInto a cobalt skyThat I may waft with the breezeFloating with spun-sugar cloudsGazing upon the receding Earth belowPassing from a smidge to a blur to a moteClimbing higher and higher‘Til I pass the azure fringe of day to nightBecoming one with the starsDusted diamonds against obsidian heavensShining reflected … Continue reading As a Kite
For Therapy, I Mix Metaphors
By D. R. James From a frozen wedge of machine-split pine,tossed on this settling fire, one frayed, martyredfiber curls back and away like a wire, thenflares, a flame racing the length of a fuse.Imagine this an innermost strand, a barely-dirttwo-track off Frost’s road less traveled, a thin, trembling thread of desire, the uncharted blue veinof … Continue reading For Therapy, I Mix Metaphors
The White Subaru
By Maya Rawitch Originally published in Love and Loss Epiphanies self published by Cheryl Lunar Wind. She sits in my white Subaru, balls of her feet digging into the mat meant to protect her from the heat. She lets her gaze drift out the window, trying to will the pine tree’s sappy scent to sift … Continue reading The White Subaru
Ponder about the Nature of Color
By Alex Andy Phuong The world of cinema beganWith black-and-white,Along with shades of gray,And yet,Within the reality of every dayIs a world filledWith the wonder of color,So ponder deeplyAbout the nature throughout the EarthAnd see all of its beautyFor what it is truly worth,And the miracle of birthPermits people to live,So remember to forgive,And let … Continue reading Ponder about the Nature of Color
A Slow Decline
By Brian Ji Farmers wake, farm their fields. Their wives tend hearth and home, chickens, pull milk from cows, slopthe pigs. Fishermen struggleagainst fleets of slowly departing commercial ships, haul in smaller catches of ever-smaller fish. But entangled seals barbed in wire loosely fit, don’t care, burgeon swollen into a razor sharp ring cuts through … Continue reading A Slow Decline
Forgiveness
By Pauline Olthof-Youn A sliver of hope that there can be change, And holding out an olive branch to you, Wrapped up in an apology, like a dumpling, Loud cries of joy and relief are emitted Like the sound a bookshelf makes when it clatters and shakes On an eve when we are playing vinyl … Continue reading Forgiveness
Who’m I If Not Me?
By Ken Gosse If I write yours, then I am you.If you write mine, then I am two.That’s surely not what we should dofor I’m sure I’d obscure the viewintended; you might be offendedand your readers seek amendedpoetry from you, not me,that’s written how it’s s’posed to be;but otherhanded, should you chooseattempts to write while … Continue reading Who’m I If Not Me?
13 Days of Halloween: Diaphanous Spirit by Mary Steinberg
Diaphanous Spirit Ethereal Sprite Dancing on moonbeams Glossy and bright. Floating by freely Uplifting unwound Drifting and wafting Not making a sound. Spiritual Being Spun-silver delight Diaphanous Spirit Spectacular sight! Vaporous Mystic Incantations surround Swirling and swaying And turning around. Gossamer Traveler Translucence alight Releasing Your magic On Hallow’s Eve Night.
A Huntress Who Locks in
By Douglas J. Lanzo Flashing ambered orange, her eyespierce tall savannah grass,spotting shadows of horned beastsgrazing contentedly under mattedshade of acacia trees,as she tracks on padded pawsthrough yellow-seeded grass.Downwind of the herdthe undetected hunterflexes her spine and accelerates, pulsing with each clawed bound gripping sun-scorched earthas she powers quickening strides,turning in tight arc toward the … Continue reading A Huntress Who Locks in
The Gravity of Human Hands
By Mohit Saini \We are the species that names the stars,then counts their worth in coin and scars.We build our homes with borrowed stone,and call the dust beneath us "own."The same hand carving sacred artwill sign the orders, tear apart.The voice that rocks a child to sleepwill chant for war when passions leap.Yet in the … Continue reading The Gravity of Human Hands
Academy of the Heart And Mind 