Morning of October 4, 2022

daddy long legs

a committee

of movement

~Mark Gilbert

old house –

a pair of crows

on the swing

~Daipayan Nair

monster under the bed her favorite toy

~Eavonka Ettinger

emperor moth I dream with four eyes

~Minal Sarosh

bite of the flea October

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Transylvania

an exorcist shining

his cross

~Anna Cates

Frankenstein

knew how to

revive the party

~Eavonka Ettinger

I keep lying: yes, I think I can live


yes, I am inspired by heartwarming stories

of people I have never met

and hopefully never will

who have survived

terminal illnesses

that are not mine


yes, I hate death


no, I am not here


no, I am not writing this down

~Miriam Sagan

dashed hopes the end of her ellipses

~Kelly Moyer

beach flea

burrows in the sand

threat of war

~petro c.k.

ticks for lunch

fleas for dessert

possum

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

                                                              
                                                  ~Keith Evetts

Curse

Our family graves are filled

with aunts, uncles, cousins

all struck down young by heart attacks,

that genetic earthquake lurking

in our DNA, waiting to implode.

As candles dim, I tell my husband,

when I go, cram the porch with chili peppers

for how I used to be.

~Pris Campbell

blinding me

the golden tooth

of my neighbor

~Minal Sarosh

bird solo cut short

the tape player

ate my cassette

~petro c.k.

 

 

struck a star

like a piñata

–sunburst

~Eavonka Ettinger