I was getting ready for work when mom told me of grandma’s death. Ambulances were rushing to Beth Israel Medical Center, urgently piercing the morning air with their siren call for space. Ubers and Lyfts and cabs were angrily honking in the 9am rush hour; East Village in New York was ablaze with indifferent and … Continue reading Honorable Mention Piece from the Short Fiction Contest: Death Comes to Aishbagh by Divyanka Sharma
The Untranslatable: Weltschmerz
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. The masks of tragedy hang in the halls of the fortunate Hoping to mimic the tears of some far-gone person in some … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Weltschmerz
Sadness
By: Kelli J Gavin “When people ask me how I’m doing, I want to say, this sadness is the only clean shirt I have left and my washing machine has been broken for months.” Rudy Francisco I have been reading a lot of small chapbooks and collections of … Continue reading Sadness
Tommy Poems
By Thomas Page “Late December Days” Late December days are just blurs Because of the Yuletide havoc Causing panic amongst shoppers. Can I e’er so gentle be lured To reverie on a hammock Without worry about the toppers On Douglas firs or green spruces? A sense of meeting toward truces. “The Name of This … Continue reading Tommy Poems
“We Report to You Now” Or A Golden Shovel of Stephen Crane’s The Open Boat”
By Thomas Page “None of them knew the color of the sky” —Stephen Crane How can one report on tragedy? None Of the academics can offer explanation of The role of journalism in tragedy. Am I an outsider to them, Getting the facts straight as they sort out them Who are no longer with us? … Continue reading “We Report to You Now” Or A Golden Shovel of Stephen Crane’s The Open Boat”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 