End of the World Sale

By Mitchell Waldman That's what the sign says: END OF THE WORLD SALE. Right on the front door of this little variety shop called "Nick's and Knacks," squeezed between a laundromat and a pharmacy on the strip at the edge of the continent, in Cocoa Beach. Jack and Dana walk in, thinking it’s a joke. …

Watching You

By Nancy Lou Henderson Running, leaping, dancing along the electric line, watching, praying you will be fine. Straddling, clinging, sleeping on the branch of a tree, wondering, questioning if you see me. Flipping, rushing, fleeing from a Mocking bird, laughing, knowing that you heard. Digging, covering, patting the ground, loving, seeing, as you look around. …

Vanity and Dust and Other Poems

By Nolo Segundo Vanity and Dust Vanity and dust, Dust and vanity— Is that all we are? Clashing egos, Scheming, soulless, Taking and getting Only to lose all to That cheater Death? When all you love Will one day turn To dust, and none Can beat emptiness, Then you must pick— That all is but …

Interview with Brummet’s Conscious Blog

Editor Thomas Page talks about running the Academy of Heart and Mind as well as the creative process with Lillian Brummet in the link below: https://consciousdiscussions.blogspot.com/2022/04/blogger-interview.html

A World of Misunderstanding

By Denis O'Sullivan Why doesn't the world leaders do what they can to protect women and children who are suffering because of man Why doesn't the world leaders do something to help children who are dying from malnutrition and disease and yet they couldn't care less about another hungry mouth to feed When are the …

Never Doubt That I Love Only You

By Wayne Russell Please never doubt that my love for you is unwavering, and as long as you want me, I give myself to you, only you, until my departure from this world; even after. For all eternity, when the selfish hands of time, have claimed our souls and the stars and clouds have become …

Mirror in the Mirage

By Aubrey Daly If you knew about me, What I know about me, You would think very little of me. If we knew of the people we adore, What they know of them self, We would not adore. Do not adore. Do not worship. Do not hold one man nor woman above your self. I …

Ripples

By Miss Kay  Master of arts. His art.  Holding no brush, painting the most beautiful pictures. Sights, scents and sounds come alive with his words. Pictures in the books we read are motion pictures. Each weaved together. Turned pages, turned a story.  Mr Adera. His sleeves always turned up. When he laughed, his belly danced …

Her Voice on the Train to Milan

By Alan Herman It was a chilly October afternoon.  I had walked from my hotel laden with suitcase and backpack through dark streets and across a highway before being welcomed by the lit, warm and quiet waiting room of the Verona railroad station.  Only a few people were waiting for the rare east- or west-bound …

All special things are costly and Other Poems

By Dr. Shailja Sharma All special things are costly There is a charge every time You run a transaction to buy a bit of you The smiles and the laughs The tears and the grudges The feelings and the thoughts Whether you share them Or house them in the heart You pay the price and …