Mind Sprocket

We tell stories.

Mind Sprocket gives voice to simple and honest perspectives. We publish thoughts and experiences on our world. We tell stories.

Once upon a time, three adventurers set out on a journey over many foreign lands to discover a lost treasure. And they came back with something exclusively for you...

Verse

Herein may you find love, reason, ballads, and epics; flying citadels, Roman pillars, broken hearts, cries of joy, and tears of all kinds.

You’re Heaven, Not Its Gold

by Andrew Calis on July 23, 2008

For Beauty ought with beauty live,
And Beauty is God’s home.
And to the pure the purest give
The purest place to roam.

The Pack

by Andrew Calis on July 23, 2008

I burn with the same carnal, carnivorous passions,
The polygamy of the untamed

Dancing Out of Time

by Charlene Baldridge on June 24, 2008

The young man who owns
Café Zia dances with a mop.
He is curious about my ear cuff.
Guess he’s never seen an old woman
wearing a lover on her ear.

Defiance

by Sean Barr on June 12, 2008

The spring wind in Carlisle is a poisoned heat—
the vile sting of Zephyrus’ noxious kisses rage street

The Man Who Didn’t Need Mothering

by Charlene Baldridge on June 12, 2008

From the time you spat the nipple out and walked,
you were never mine.

I wish now I hadn’t thrown that tacky
World’s Greatest Mother plate against the wall

I Would Be

by Emily Anderson on May 28, 2008

I would be the snow
if it meant I could cling
to you, melt on your warm skin,
bring a flush to your cheeks,
and then disappear.

A Woman Kneeling

by Jeremy Kiskadden on May 28, 2008

Once there were no such things
as cathedrals.

If Those Blossoms Don’t Come

by Lyn Lifshin on April 15, 2008

if the tangerine doesn’t
fill the house with thick
sweetness.

Ring

by Lyn Lifshin on April 15, 2008

Lets say you, even though you know I
mean I, found this ring in your mother’s
closet in a shoe box of what mattered.

After 15 Years

by Lyn Lifshin on April 2, 2008

its like not even one year is over.
When I couldn’t find your photo
graph it was losing your skin
again. It was there, the
one with your teeth still white, you
laughing near the Charles.