By Ryan Quinn Flanagan Grandfather Clock Between the savage crags we dug him up with hands of earth and malice a grandfather clock pulled from the ground like annihilating flowers, peering through the shards of his broken glass face to know what the time was when he stopped. Simone and Sartre She was from the … Continue reading Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Life is a Glass of Coke
By Sravani Singampalli Email id: srvscool@gmail.com Bio: Sravani Singampalli is a published writer and poet from India. She is presently pursuing doctor of pharmacy at JNTU KAKINADA university in Andhra Pradesh,India. I sit with a glass of coke I take small sips And enjoy its refreshing taste. Conversations with my friends press on And after sometime … Continue reading Life is a Glass of Coke
“E”
This awesome piece was entered in our January Challenge 2018! By Kelly-Marie Manning They say just because you love someone doesn’t mean you are supposed to be with them. I mean, are you sure? How can it be true when someone like him exists? Years and years have passed. Years that I have spent loving him. … Continue reading “E”
New Years Day, Hallelujah, Kindergarten Forest
By Thomas Page “New Years Day” As night bleeds into day, the sun Will rise against a Renaissance’d World of resolutions, hopes, dreams. Holy day of obligation Sets the nail on the old vinyl To chant songs of the Mother of God. The Christmas tree is thrown out Into expanse of wilderness. “Hallelujah” Hallelujah, alleluia No matter … Continue reading New Years Day, Hallelujah, Kindergarten Forest
Tommy Haiku #116-120
by Thomas Page The sun will rise, the Sun will set, the moon will rise The moon will set; Time. Will there ever be A sound as pure as a bird’s Unbound melody? Is the past behind Or ahead of me? Did I e’er see it coming? There are pools open In the dead of … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #116-120
The Petrified
By Thomas Page The world around me is starting to petrify. The leaves are graying and the grass dies. The evergreens even start to lose their gloss. The public will start to hang colorful lights to combat the cold But the sun sets earlier and earlier, almost by the morn. The lights will come down … Continue reading The Petrified
“Above the Mountains”
By Thomas Page A new year is born in the dead of winter. The sun sets above the mountains. I can feel the chilly air as it blows through barren trees above the mountains. The spring comes like a mewling child, trembling from dying winter’s grasping fingers. It shakes off the snow which melts into … Continue reading “Above the Mountains”
Haikus of Art and Philosophy
by Thomas Page Woman with lamp shade On her head in an advert; I guess it is art? A drenched leaf floats In the murky waters of The Potomac—Fall A parkway flanked by Trees of every shade and tint Paint a picture of Fall The eve’s close around The hour twenty-two ne’er Midnight or midday … Continue reading Haikus of Art and Philosophy
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.
Six months in
by John Page Hi, Everyone! John here. Hope you are enjoying the Academyoftheheartandmind. I was hoping to create a place where people who had some story, art or idea could come and get exposure for their work. It's been a very exciting six months and we have gone very far. Thank you everyone who has … Continue reading Six months in
Academy of the Heart And Mind 