By John Patrick Robbins She read the words and wondered why they could never be about her. Why the stories that made publication never did include one about her. He wrote beautifully about another that wasn't worth a damn while she remained ignored only to share his bed . She knew he loved her but … Continue reading I Will Say Goodbye Here
My Health
By John Grey It's all screwed up, that's what I know. Working more hours for less pay. College degree and flipping burgers - that's combo number 5. And debt - I've got more debt that you've eaten stale buns. Credit card debt. Car loan. A month's back rent. And the ten I borrowed from Jake. … Continue reading My Health
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By John Patrick Robbins It stands as it is. We will all know it someday and now it faces me down. Every line is now more polished the truths are far to real and the scars are deep and many. The numbness never does last the magic is gone and now I try in vain … Continue reading 41
“Step Through Summer”
By Allison Grayhurst Dying for my thoughts to fade into an amnesiac slur, not judge my convalescent love. Waiting for sleep to move to a higher octave, away from guilt, blame and artful blindness. The light that falls forever into the gullies of souls and skulls … Continue reading “Step Through Summer”
Tickled By The Fire
By Ken Allen Dronsfield I've thrown myself into it; thrown myself in. And the fire has been lovely. It's flames jump, and tickle, leaping toward impossibility, beautiful stars above. So if today, my body is dragged down, the courage which hurled me into the heart of the flame has smoldered into mere embers. The knowledge … Continue reading Tickled By The Fire
“Lost In A Garden”
By Allison Grayhurst Subjugated, they seduced your ego, abducted your history until nothing remained but a gap, a secret left too long untold. You have a face, a bed to lay your death mask and examine the tears that slip from that counterfeit depth. Morning is vivid, … Continue reading “Lost In A Garden”
Sonnet 103, Rose and Thistle
By Ken Allen Dronsfield The instrument of a torture is said to be born of a rose and thorns at dawn evil briers or brambles grasping tightly a deep snort of peppermint snuff to calm. Alight on a box of reddish apples or resting on a bed of fresh thistle working knives always sharper … Continue reading Sonnet 103, Rose and Thistle
Poems by Laura Potts
Friday The evening of your days I remember always on the other side of a hospice night. A funeral in my face, your ghostcandled fatherlight still laughing, bright, white in the winter of your age. The world in your ember days lit up its lights in a biblical rain. Long and far, the … Continue reading Poems by Laura Potts
The Book Without a Story
By Adia Keene For a painter, the first stroke on the canvas was always the most severe. If executed poorly, what could have been a masterpiece became just another tainted scrap of paper to be discarded once the day ended. Perhaps the author was a bit dramatic in her comparison. After all, a keyboard was … Continue reading The Book Without a Story
“Grammarian” (Haiku 183-188)
By Thomas Page Grammar, grammar, ev’rywhere But not a drop to Think—English lecture The passive voice is Found in wordy, technical Scholarly journals The active voice finds Itself in the style guides Of writing classes Write, revise, write, breathe, Revise, look up source again, Rewrite, revise, print “More than him” means, in Essence, I prefer … Continue reading “Grammarian” (Haiku 183-188)
Academy of the Heart And Mind 