By Joseph DuPre “I have a pain upon my forehead here.” Even now, after years have passed away, I feel something shatter my mended peace, when I hear your bittersweet name. That moment, although short and petty, turns me into a bull trapped in Spain; the same even now, after years have passed away. As … Continue reading Bathed Sands: A Villanelle
The Vultures Are Circling and Sorcerer of Death
By Andrew Scott The Vultures Are Circling a villanelle Their thirst is burning not waiting on the bodies of the dead The vultures are circling flesh is for the yearning will not stop until they are fed Their thirst is burning Weakness is where they are engaging control is how they are bred The vultures … Continue reading The Vultures Are Circling and Sorcerer of Death
Poems by RC deWinter
Théros Summer now – the invisible shift into another quadrant of cosmic order, eclipses blueskied the harshness of an abducted spring hung on the gallows of the greedy Boreas, never satisfied, reluctant to surrender his hold on the natural workings of the universe to the soft hands of a woman – the gentle Kore, whose … Continue reading Poems by RC deWinter
FUN AND GAMES AT THE WILD ROSE CAFE
A villanelle by Dianne Moritz Sitting here in this funky Wild Rose Cafe, where there’s twenty-seven words for cool, women preen and dream, while men look down, masking boredom on their handsome faces. It’s all too obvious you’d have to laugh were needs for connection not so great. When you suggested we go … Continue reading FUN AND GAMES AT THE WILD ROSE CAFE
Beauty In The Strangest Places (Villanelle)
By Andrew Scott Find beauty in the strangest places to swipe heartache away Bringing smiles to worried faces you walk up rotten staircases to discover a light in the day Find beauty in the strangest places life is a series of showcases fight through the clouded grey Bringing smiles to worried faces we are all … Continue reading Beauty In The Strangest Places (Villanelle)
The Morning Sun
By Thomas Page Whatever happened to the morning sun Asks the solitary, evening moon b ‘low The stars and the clouds framing a sky done. This time of year, I cough up my own lung Winter’s curse to the body that will know Whatever happened to the morning sun? Leather rancher coat … Continue reading The Morning Sun
Academy of the Heart And Mind 