By Maria Lagdameo I am here breathing still, pinning; Reminisce of a must have been. I saw you often only in my dreams, Your supple lips kissing me; ...whispering elegy We had a love, that we never get to say; Afraid, held back, forbidden in this world, Where hearts were used to barter for gains, With … Continue reading Kissing Butterfly
Everything You Left Behind (Reprise)
By Alyssa Trivett A compression sock. Wooden baseball bat. Power drills aligning the wall, armed to the teeth with battery packs. Rusted out workbench. Operational electric model train town, circa ’97. Miscellaneous slippers, plastic laboratory glasses, beakers, and pipettes. Old business cards from your consulting business. Referee whistles. Identification badges for the park district. A keychain … Continue reading Everything You Left Behind (Reprise)
IF
By Rajnish Mishra Work is worship. It earns returns. Wives with a poet husband want his work bring returns. Time invested in poetic affairs does not reflect upon account. Life’s short, wants unlimited, each second must count. “Don’t build your Nobel in the air”, she says, motherly, practical and fair. Pardons poor husband’s … Continue reading IF
When Words Are Not Enough
By: Nalini Priyadarshni Every now and then we run out of words mostly after we have poured our hearts choking on what we would rather not say because it won't change a thing In moments like these when our hearts tether at the brink of imploding, we pant and wait for the feeling to … Continue reading When Words Are Not Enough
Silver Lake, Ocracoke
By Ann Christine Tabaka Long fingers of night reach out for evening, embracing her with soft velvet arms. Quietude is her name, she lives for this moment. Diamonds dance across the surface of the water. Rhythmic waves lap at a gray pebbly beach, as the last rays of sun are swallowed by the horizon. Anchored … Continue reading Silver Lake, Ocracoke
On The Shelf
By Ann Christine Tabaka I sit here and wait for someone to come along, and snatch me up. like free goodies to sample at a grocery store display. The tasty tempting morsels that everybody wants to try. Who will grab this delectable treat and claim me for their own? I’ve sat on the shelf for … Continue reading On The Shelf
Seaside
By Ann Christine Tabaka Painted sails in the wind, trailing colorful dreams in their wake. Rings around the sun. Sights of the imagination singing back to me in a soft voice. Brisk salt breeze ripping through my damp hair. The scent of brine filling my head. Sand crusted limbs. Sun burnt toes. Sound of gulls overhead. … Continue reading Seaside
Noises Off
By Emma Woodford There, is a noise that wasn’t there before a rough scrawl on the wind, or the heating going crazy the sound grows louder, coming from the outside. down there in the street q large man inside a cabin holds a radio wired to the ceiling in one hand the other on the … Continue reading Noises Off
Response to Dylan Thomas
By: Emma Woodford
Eternal Game
By Ann Christine Tabaka Night sounds amble away with starlight at their heels. Seeking out the yawn of morning’s sleepy outstretched arms. Hours, four and twenty, play tag amongst themselves. A game the moon knows all too well. Dreams come to rest on shoulders white as milk, until the sunlight beckons, with eyes the color of … Continue reading Eternal Game
Academy of the Heart And Mind 