by Zach Beach Occasionally,we hurt. Our boss berates usand we die, a little. We become so smalland want to disappear into nothingness.Such is the ego-trap of thoughts. While the depths of the heart calls to us,the music of the soul whispers to us, the connection of spirit beckons us,and the calm of the sea sings … Continue reading Depths

The Beginning

by Zach Beach a spiraling umbilical cordfastens you to the beginningof time inside this shell of the universewe are infinity mirrorsof blood darkness broughtgrey skiesand white light awakening here (you realize)the only work leftto do is love&& Zach Beach Zach Beach is an internationally renowned yoga teacher, best-selling author, poet, love coach, and founder of … Continue reading The Beginning


by Sarah Mackey Kirby You caught me in the trawler of your sapphire stare. Kissed scars on battered heart that struggles more and more to beat. And blood to bleed. Where broken nights await you. This fate. This love I’ve watered till roots dug deep for you. Just in time to germinate your future. I … Continue reading Sunset


by Ed Ahern When I was fourteen there was a girl I thought was cute but never had the nerve to chase. We spent four years near but never close and thirty years in mutual ignorance. Her image lingered in what-if conjectures about who I’d guessed her to be and how we might have meshed … Continue reading Joyce

Four Poems by Stephanie Valente

The Pontiac in this universe,the guitars are lostskulking under bed sheetswatching rain fallthrough a windowin this universe,we take turnsdriving(almost) endlesslyi love the cari love the privacyurgent intimacyin this universeyou’ll tell meeverythingi’ll learn half-truthswe’ll never get tired   I Came Here to Be Alone baby, i think of youlike Coca-Cola chilling in the fridgeso fondly, like a … Continue reading Four Poems by Stephanie Valente


by Grace Yannotta The dog sits in the corner of the room. She looks like one of those pharaoh dogs, Suze thinks, the lithe golden body, the sharp ears, the keen dark eyes. The ones that line the tombs of the olden kings. The protectors. She knows she’s not supposed to stare, the poor thing … Continue reading Bau