By Don Kingfisher Campbell Everyone can guess you put butterflies in my soul They've probably deduced I've felt a migration of feeling But do they know you are my Martin Luther King preacher for my poetic freedom I was once behind bars imposed by a closed-minded material marriage But my heart flamed inside through my … Continue reading Mariposas
Tommy Haiku #146-151
By Thomas Page I count, once again, The fifteen ornaments that Hang from the garlands I am the guard of The door marked “Elves only.” Kids Love to make for it. The river frozen, Labored frigid breaths escape From chilled lungs and tongues The trees dead jutting Out of graying, cold hillsides. The year is … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #146-151
Death came visiting
By Rajnish Mishra Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. His work has now started appearing in journals and websites. Death came visiting: far away. Death … Continue reading Death came visiting
Responses to Us
By Don Kingfisher Campbell The plants think we spend so much time moving around. The walls know too many secrets to speak, only crack. The blankets revel in their memories, stories told in threads. The sky sings out a constant revelation, if we simply listen. We are their favorites. They enjoy our drama, turning … Continue reading Responses to Us
Tommy Haiku #136-140
By Thomas Page Lone basketball on The side of the train track, with Party of litter The train is a display Of the olfactory, some Strange, fake vanilla Barbed wire o’er the Fence by my train window, spikes Shaped like lit sparklers The sky complements Itself with orange and blue hues Bleeding into dawn Graffiti … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #136-140
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
No Freedom
Name of the poet: 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. Yesterday I saw countless Number of stars In the night sky. I thought the sky Had its own life and celebrations. But … Continue reading No Freedom
“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
Shopping, Book Exchange, Alliterations Available
By Thomas Page “Shopping” The parking lot is full of them— Christmas Maenads—desperately Trying to park their Subarus, Fords, or whatever crossovers Popular these days. I’m almost Hit by them trying to reverse Into a lucrative spot near The Amish Market. Pure madness. “Book Exchange” This shouldn’t be as stressful as It is. It’s just … Continue reading Shopping, Book Exchange, Alliterations Available
Academy of the Heart And Mind 