By Ahmad Al-khatat I am tired of being tired from people with fake smiles and real tears falling from my eyes I remember the days where a long and happy life we had when we were kids God sent us rain to grew the seeds to bloom flowers now, nothing arises hungry and thirsty spirit … Continue reading Tired
Raining Tears
By Ann Christine Tabaka A summer rain pierces my heart with sewing needles sharp hot tears from the sky washing away burning memories of what could have been gushing downstream into swirling puddles of illusion reflecting only sad eyes Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She placed Third in … Continue reading Raining Tears
The Hemisphere of Earthly Sorrow
By Peter Magliocco The inclement weather strikes a key of terror in your bones strafing heavens jet-lagged in awesome cumulus dimensions. Light smears a buttery hue on the faces of grounded angels, for few flyers return from the hemisphere of earthly sorrow. Children play in a portal of dreams they will forget when wakening. Taken … Continue reading The Hemisphere of Earthly Sorrow
Smoke
By Ahmad Al-khatat I adore the smoke of a cigar with a cup of expensive liquor to relax my mind and spirit down from over thinking without an end I follow the smoke of a hot bath when I see the hot water slide off her bare flesh slides down the tub with worries, that … Continue reading Smoke
Morning Comes Too Soon
By Ann Christine Tabaka Under the covers wide awake, the agony of worry takes its toll. Racing thoughts and unfinished deeds march across the dark ceiling. Some far off future overpowering the now, like an invisible bedmate wrestling the blankets. No mantras, prayers, or count of sheep will soothe festering anxieties. The light goes on, … Continue reading Morning Comes Too Soon
Not Far From Your Gothic Window
By Peter Magliocco The faint, furry edges of queasiness now where the night reaches us with its umbilical cord constricting this image of your mother, waiting, with shotgun on stoop, where the cat waits with eyes focused on eternity the cord fails to reach in the vastness of time's undulating river … Continue reading Not Far From Your Gothic Window
Season of Tears
By Ahmad Al-khatat I cry for you a river in a unique season with no seeds growing hope; nor leaves flying over my journey without you I walk with sword tagging on my neck ‘till I feel comfortable to slaughter myself with no doubts, and dreams to come true As my head walks away to … Continue reading Season of Tears
The Soul Mirror
By Ahmad Al-khatat You see me, you follow me slow as the night when it slaughters the sunset above the clear skies Golden danger that you hide appears sad from your eyes End me and allow me to die above the pool of my rusty blood I don’t want to be the soul mirror with a … Continue reading The Soul Mirror
Initiate
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan step forward mind the line it is there for your protection don’t blink answer truthfully let me know if you feel any pain give blood give your samples authenticity accepted step forward mind the line it is there for your protection… Ryan … Continue reading Initiate
Walking on the Green
By Ryan Flanagan A man will only stop smoking when he thinks less of chimneys it is hard to give up on anything that is cool when you imagine yourself half as much me, I’m more like spoiled petroleum jelly or Oliver Twist’s sticky wet dream or Joan Crawford in Mildred … Continue reading Walking on the Green
Academy of the Heart And Mind 