By James G. Piatt A haunting silence, and the emptiness of longing, pierce through the winter night mist as I sit in the library listening to voices in my mind. They are trudging through long-forgotten memories, and are mere black smudges of forgotten memories. I hear black-feathered crows cawing in the distance, complaining about the … Continue reading A Winter Poem
Blank Slate
By Christine Leoni I walk down the broken steps onto the cracked path.It leads to an irregular dirt road winding underneath a canopy of trees.The holes in the sky blind my sight momentarily and warm me from within. The tips of the pines sway sending a chill of air across my face.My cheeks flush, and … Continue reading Blank Slate
Jonathan Edwards
By Rip Underwood No death, no fracture, issued the dayour House’s joists, riven by frost,knuckled off their notches, droppedupon many a balcony’s full weight.I called it a rebuke, a mercy, for nothinghappens without a great Consent.The ecstasies came and went; foxglovefell to winter, and all the coloniesfelt of it, asking, “Pastor, what has comeupon Boston, … Continue reading Jonathan Edwards
Song of the Coffee Pot and Old Apartments
By Spencer Keene Song of the Coffee Pot The fluorescent bulbs flick onas you stumble into the kitchen,your eyes swollen with sleep.From my perch atop the counterI watch your clumsy movements,anticipate the immanent warmth.The cupboard creaks and revealsits stores to you; boxes, tins, cansand a collection of odds and ends.You palm the big blue cannister,lift … Continue reading Song of the Coffee Pot and Old Apartments
Who is that, that Stands Against the Wall?
By Jack Strayer Who is that, that stands against the wall?Is there even anyone at all?A stalwart face with empty lipsAnd furtive eyes, I cannot tell, of wine or gris.His arms rise and fall to a silent museWhile his legs stumble as if in a fugue.His skin is as transparent as a pallor fog,But as … Continue reading Who is that, that Stands Against the Wall?
Feeding The Gulls
By Richard Weaver They surround us with wingswild for popcorn and bread,even a day-old granola bar.We toss them upwards to airas they hover in the wind above;we scatter them with a dozen tossesStill they stay with us,still they come each morningwitness to what we offer. Richard Weaver volunteers with the Maryland Book Bank, CityLights, and … Continue reading Feeding The Gulls
Garden of Healing
By Kelly Doheney A garden lies in the center of my soul.Once dead, it is becoming alive.A place where a survivor’s story unfolds.A place where dreams and hopes thrive.The sun shines bright; the sky is blue.Nourishing the healing of a broken heart.The soil, once barren, is now fertile and new.For new beauty from ashes begins … Continue reading Garden of Healing
Every Crack in the Den and Peach Colored Skies
By Danny P. Barbare Every Crack in the Den With a little bit of spice in warm apple ciderit fillsevery crack in theden of winterto the bottomof the cupto the bottom of my leather boots. Peach Colored Skies Orchardsandorchardsofpeachcoloredskieslikejuicerunningdownmypenonanapkin. Danny P. Barbare resides in the Upstate of the Carolinas.
Topinabee
By Ed Ahern When my age was barely in double digitsI walked alone on a little used railroad trackthrough woods and along a lake shoreto the quiet village of TopinabeeI spoke little but looked closely atthe summer somnolent goings on.Then bought and ate ice cream,and clambered up the embankmentfor the two miles and some return.I … Continue reading Topinabee
Ghosts of Partridge Island
By Kayla Flowers A ghostly howl spread across the rugged sea, where spirits lie wild and free,An island, a land a mile north where people bring forth refuge and shelter,The whispers of the night might give you a fright as the crisp air approaches,Ships of the night guided by the light of a watchful eye,A … Continue reading Ghosts of Partridge Island
Academy of the Heart And Mind 