By Chaher Alzaman Someone might ask: Where am I right now? I am bit exhausted to speak. But I'll give it my best shot. I am at what seems to be a locker room of some sort. Wait a minute! I remember now. Just a while ago I was with my team - a … Continue reading What Lies Ahead
Recollection
By Anne Hicks Where am I again? The grayish blue walls and mild murmur of the people around me seem familiar, yet I can’t quite place it in my memory. A young woman is sitting near me, holding a glass of water. Her other hand holds a pill case, labelled “Donepezil.” Donepezil. Donepezil. Where … Continue reading Recollection
Snow Globe
By Glen Armstrong Bones of snow. Seem to float within her. A horse and carriage makes its way. Through her wintery mood. The night would be beautiful. If not for this grave mission. And nothing I say. Seems to console her. Curtesy and customer service. Intermingle. I answer her phone. And the caller declines … Continue reading Snow Globe
Sunsetted Clauses
By James Walton She told me my hips could carve ham, a girl I loved dead early on a Sunday morning, a car in a suburban chance roll over the edge of Hailes Street. Langy knows we still blame him. His life of laying bricks the string line’s quiver a darting mouse, the memory of water … Continue reading Sunsetted Clauses
“Ithaca” (Haiku 196-203)
By Thomas Page A father and son, Telemachus and The lost Odysseus Penelope’s basket and Sisyphus’ rock; Both always undone Dyed-blue bearded god, Brother heavenly thundered, Mimics by shaking Homer’s xenia, Custom hospitality, Stories and cyclops Boiling marrow Dry from bones, fear slowly cooks Courage from strong legs The eagle and geese War in Penelope’s … Continue reading “Ithaca” (Haiku 196-203)
Kurosawa Prayer
By James Diaz I put my knee into my throat puking amber cuz all i know are words for other things fox is people and the moon and river, strongest people and I bring it up to my mouth drink it like I don't know what it's made for this skein pulled long in sorrow I … Continue reading Kurosawa Prayer
What it Feels like When it is Raining
By John Page I think what a bird thinks in the rain Rain is cold Rain is wet Rain makes everything wet Rain is fun to walk in Rain is dangerous Rain is relaxing Rain is
Stay
By Jessica Ricks “Are you hungry?” “No.” “Can I get you anything?” “No.” “Why are you doing this?” “Because I don't want to eat.” “You know what I mean.” “Because I have to.” “I still don't understand.” “I don't fully understand either.” “And yet here we are...please talk to me. I don't want to see … Continue reading Stay
Time well-traveled
By Emma Woodford They knew their lives were shattered when he couldn’t find the key. Now she cries at every turn, tears like grains of sadness on her face. We love her house and feel her pain seeing our future in those grains.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 