By: Brian Michael Barbeito they didn’t record the time of incarnation, of birth, so no natal chart can be cast. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t matter. I wonder sometimes at what time. Osho said after the awakening to call…

By: Josef Wachs Until Then BewareThe end is nighThe story is near its endSummer is nearly hereThe school year is almost endedBut until thenThere is workUntil thenWe press onUntil thenWe lookUntil thenWe watchUntil thenWe waitUntil then ### Black and White…

By: Itay Eisinger Above allI miss the MOMANot the museum itselfBut the concept. Kissing byBethesda FountainTo confuse the cops,Finding that tinyFrench restaurantHardly known even to its owner–The forgotten Polish philosopherWho helped Lech WalesaTo form Solidarity. I was poorer than now,Poor…

By: John Grey AFTER COVID I’m paying visitsto those I haven’t seenin the past two years. Sure, there’ve been Emails.And phone calls.But a life is more than justthe sounds it makes,the words it taps out on a keyboard. I’m knocking…

By Val Chatindo “I’m pregnant Godfrey.” I look at her. A few months ago I would’ve praised my ancestors. Been thankful for the dilution of my strong genetic pool that bred the type of blacks, white people were afraid of….

By: Rebecca Dempsey I stutter and eventually say hello. Because I have to start somewhere. In a dialogue, a greeting is as good as any place to begin. Yes. I’ve been waiting. There’s no hello in return. I understand. I’d…

By: Jim Bates Two brothersWandering hills and fieldsBreathing the rarefied airWalking through deep woodsCool and greenTromping across warm meadowsFragrant with wildflowersThey’d stop along the wayField books handyIdentifying what they observedMeadow rue and sweet cicelyWhite daisy and prairie blue stemThey were…

By: Bruce Levine Time standing stillThe range of motionSuspendedBy a diversity of catalystsEach longing for fulfillmentAnd yet envelopedIn their own evolutionPersonal and professionalUnificationWatching a ticking clockWaiting for minutes and hoursTo passAs the clock ticksYet the hands remainMotionlessAnd time stands stillLingering…

By: Bruce Levine It took Reggie an extended period to get all of his books organized just the way he wanted them. While his system was based very loosely on the Dewey Decimal System used in libraries, his subdivisions were…

By: James Aitchison Being human you are finite;do not give of yourselfto the extent youbecome vulnerable.The Wheel spins:some hear emptiness,some hear the whole melody.When you listen, accept.When you do not hear,listen more deeply.Isolate yourself and gainthe blade of self-knowledge.How much…