Jean-Jacques
Sempe's art the bittersweet taste of mocha
~Pegah
Rahmati Nezhad
Mardi
Gras beads
broken
and strewn—
war
memorial
~Miriam
Sagan
trapped
in time
the faded colors
of
prayer beads
~Stephanie
Zepherelli
March
wind
my
MAGA neighbor's tulips
all
lean to the left
~John
J. Dunphy
Circe
When
my sisters were teenagers
they’d
say that like
the
enchantress Circe on her island
we
could turn men into pigs
in
thirty seconds.
But
unlike her
we
couldn’t keep those swine
Imprisoned
and
porcine
forever.
Sadly
for us they always turned back into men.
~Miriam
Sagan
Tilted
Houses
So
you live in Amsterdam now.
Somber by day, out of control
at night,
it may be the perfect city for you,
but
probably not for a man your age.
The air is always damp,
and
the wind can take you down like a rotten tree.
Still, the
girls will treat you just like they did thirty years ago,
and if
anyone asks, you can claim you came here for the tulips.
~R.K.
West
some
old women are annoyed
at
their old men
who
waste long minutes
in
the driveway
warming
up
a
very old truck
but
these men are patient
and
will also warm up
an
annoyed old woman
~Miriam
Sagan
mountain
peak cairn . . .
we share
our identities
~Nicholas
Klacsanzky
gathering
up
scattered
fragments
of democracy
~Roberta
Beach Jacobson
Board
of peace
Board
of peace-
All
wars unite.
~Partha
Sarkar
Soft
red lights
Turning
the moon
Into
a cherry
~Sarah
Mahina Calvello
The
lone temple
The
lone temple in the vast deserted field.…
The
unwanted solemn signature of no worshipers.
~Partha
Sarka
One
who goes
One
who goes everywhere
goes
nowhere.
~Partha
Sarkar
To
My Brother or Sister Whom I Devoured in Utero
such
hunger
to
the victor
coffin
or urn
~dan
smith
goingnowherestuckbetweenpushandpull
~Stephanie
Zepherelli
rose
stamens endless nonsensical thoughts
~Nicholas Klacsanzky
plum
blossoms uncurling the hope of hope
~Nicholas Klacsanzky
Ducks
gather ruffling some feathers
~Sarah
Mahina Calvello
the
funeral of a god unraveling sandstone
~Nicholas
Klacsanzky
when
i was dracula's wife
i
found no joy except in
the
moments i was alone.
~linda
m. crate
human
monsters
not
all monsters
have
fangs,
one
lesson i have
learned
all too
well.
~linda
m. crate
ai
is just theft
of
other artists and writers
yet
somehow worse as
it
bares only remnants
of
the root and no knowledge.
~linda
m. crate
Ornette
grooves we listen harmolodic
~dan
smith
(Previously
published in Jerry Jazz Musician)
