By Lynn Long Perception is reality, yet, a deception within itself... For can one ever truly be aware- of worlds beyond their own, if we're unwilling to open our eyes, to truths unknown? Life is a continuous cycle, on the road to self-awareness, repeated lessons of moments forever eternal Striving, we can only move forward knowing what we know Learning, ever learning as we go... Lynn Long- … Continue reading Perceived Reality
“We Were Seven”
By Thomas Page I was on a tour of Skyline Caverns In Virginia with my family when The tour-guide showed us a standing body Of water. She pointed at it and said, “This may look like a boring part of the Cave, but there are many discoveries Found here. For example, a species of Snail … Continue reading “We Were Seven”
“NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS”
By Sahaj Sabharwal Minors are those less than eighteen, As they don't have knowledge in keen. They don't have a driving licence, As don't have driving sense. Minors are given just pen and page, Their life is not more than a cage. Holiday is not given even on sundays, As their age … Continue reading “NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS”
Haiku 290-299
By Thomas Page 290 Ebullient feelings, Like flambéd meringue, rest upon The base beneath it 291 Leaves hued with yellow Falling gently on parents Playing with their child 292 The cogs work beneath The face of a clock ticking Away on a wall 293 The bird feeder, prey Of those who fear … Continue reading Haiku 290-299
New Breath
By John Dorroh My friend is giving birth in the front seat of my Civic, zipping down Highway 45 South to the Gulf of Mexico, to a secret place in Mississippi that gave me new life three years ago when I thought I was going to die. Her pains are registered in compressed throbettes, … Continue reading New Breath
Erasing The History Of My Oven
By John Dorroh I climbed into the oven to get a better look, to erase history with a brillo pad and some elbow grease. The first mountain was pitch black and starless, a horrible crust from cheese that leaked from a Mexican casserole last July on the hottest day of the year. It was … Continue reading Erasing The History Of My Oven
Summer Rain
By Dr.Syeda Imbesat Maheen She didn't want this drive to end, She wanted it for miles and miles. In this beautiful summer rain, In the middle of the night. She wanted it to go for miles and miles, Until it would break into the dawn, Where all doubts are gone, And all pain has resolved. … Continue reading Summer Rain
Slumberland
By Sanjeev Sethi Collectanea of ache beetles over sleep. Interludes weigh on sense and spirit by bringing to light alethic notions that are often neglected. Pitchpersons of probity own channels that trot out truth. Some peck at their plates, scrunch and swallow bones, others unfold orts and oddments. Both are heritors of heartbreak. Sanjeev Sethi is … Continue reading Slumberland
Got Wood?
By John Dorroh My roommate likes to burn stuff in the middle of the back of the back yard where he’s fashioned a burn pit, surrounded with seats carved out of ancient oak stumps, a primitive Stonehenge as it were. When I had known him a year, I grew leery, concerned about his proclivity … Continue reading Got Wood?
“Empire”
By Sanjeev Sethi (1) My excitations impatient for expression, in your mussitations find meaning. The peripheral always gets me, yet I allow it to attenuate me with its sensations. (2) You unlock the gates where your inmost gadflies exhibit outcomes of Dutch courage. In our little parliament there is no slot for Dorothy Dixer. … Continue reading “Empire”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 