I look out my window at a curious sight. As sunshine sits still in a haze, dancing in the wind, snowflakes on a sunny day. In the twilight’s Continue Reading
Thoughts in a Pub While Waiting for a Train
By Ryan Mimna Author’s Note: I wrote this by hand in my journal at an Irish pub near 30th Street Station in Philadelphia while waiting for a train. Continue Reading
Perennial Hearts
By Ryan Mimna Time heals all wounds. But it heals in its own way. What is to be said about unspoken thoughts? Time heals all wounds. That Continue Reading
Shadows
By Ryan Mimna Dancing under the darkness of night,echoing songs of sunlight from streetlights. Mind speeding faster than light,uncertainty Continue Reading
The Fallacy of Youth
By Ryan Mimna The fallacy of youth lies in the same ideals inexplicably tied to it. Change, Rage, Hope, all wrapped in ideals that have Continue Reading
One Thing I Know
By Ryan Mimna Poetry comes for the soulAlways spoken, sometimes silentLike the rain, it speaks of painIt comes like the rain when it speaks Continue Reading
The Shaggy Dog
It comes from above and below.Nature. Death. The Shaggy Dog.Diogenes, what is our nature?The dog says it is the spirit of the soul.The spirit says it Continue Reading
Calling Veterans into the Machine
By Ryan Mimna It was January 2022 in the middle of the pandemic. It was a dark period for me. I had graduated college in fall 2019 and was using my Continue Reading
Memory of You
By Ryan Mimna Grains of sand on the beachThoughts of yourselfInnumerable to countBut known in itselfBeautiful are our soulsEven if they can't Continue Reading
Darker Sights that Blight the Soul
Truly, it can take its toll Dark sightsRestless nightsForlorn thoughtsBlack and whiteIs beholden to greyNo wrong or rightMight makes rightPlight of Continue Reading
My Body Knew Before My Mind Did
By Ryan Mimna Author’s note: I wrote this while recovering from a broken foot during my first semester at Penn. Around the same time, a Ranger Continue Reading
Pondering Pensive Thoughts
By Ryan Mimna I recently looked up the word pensive, and I feel it describes the type of poetry I write. Truly, no idea is original. What are Continue Reading