By James Diaz can't drown it out the screamin' through the walls could be then could be right now so hard to tell in this fading light one more knock and you'll let anything in to stop the bleeding of time one small piece of skin crosses another white moon you swallowed whole and aching out the … Continue reading Come To Find
The Untranslatable: Kilig
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 Like a thunderclap The electricity in the air Links two circuits without resistance To hasten the kinetic energy Of a passing … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Kilig
THE SOANE AND RHONE
By Marc Craver Two swans two ducks and a seagull sit on the quai where the two rivers meet They don't talk to each other but they seem to be saying something it seems to be important but whatever it is it doesn't involve me. I kept walking past the drunks who sat on the … Continue reading THE SOANE AND RHONE
House of Surrender
By James Diaz she asked why I had been walking in circles I'm not, I said, these are small prayers my feet make muscle swarming and I listen so very hard to the crack / it never makes sense the artifacts of breakage / they said I should be feeling better but I feel worse … Continue reading House of Surrender
The Real McCoy
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan The Real McCoy was named Elijah invented the ironing board and the modern lawn sprinkler and no one could do it better or cared because he was Canadian which is a nice way of saying thanks but no thanks when it matters.
Silent Type
By James Diaz They said; show yourself as you are but i was rusted pylon twisting in Tucumcari wind glint of the seed that would not take you cannot measure a fall without falling... ...hard what shatters tests high ground against rutted earth i would row out into the red dawn, reed of loss in … Continue reading Silent Type
BEAUTY
By Marc Craver I found the most beautiful woman I have ever seen she sits perfectly still all white. Even without eyes she looks right at me. That face could tame men even make fools of them if she wanted. How could a human hand and hammer make such a thing. For a second I … Continue reading BEAUTY
The Way Our Bodies Break
By James Diaz we thought of all the gardens we had never put into the ground we thought of the daily breaking down into smaller parts till the whole thing could fit into our mouths we thought of the last time we had been happy and we cried because it had been so long we … Continue reading The Way Our Bodies Break
The Rain Was Laughing Sideways
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan The Rain Was Laughing Sideways …and the stranger came to town and no one knew him and he went to every house dropping a single breadcrumb on each doorstep and then the stranger left and never returned and everyone rejoiced because they had bread.
A Treelike Shape
By Marianne Brems The elderly Blue Oak near my front door stands intact with bark that hugs her girth photosynthesis coursing through her veins molding the air around her into a temple for her soul. Were she to crumble and collapse in a moment, atmosphere in the shape of a Blue Oak would … Continue reading A Treelike Shape
Academy of the Heart And Mind 