Evening of November 30, 2022



~Susan Burch

wilted flowers by the roadside vigil

~John Hawkhead


~John Hawkhead

A Darkening Year

A bird fleeing

mottled wings

from a songless cage

~Steve Gerson

railroad track

fragments and phrases


~Keith Evetts

The Burning

And if I were Queen of the world,

I would burn all of the cages

where feathers have fallen to rust

and every sweet song

is just a melancholy whistling of dust.

~Connie Carmichael

Host Family

 My dog is host to

a family of five fleas

moved here recently

from abroad you see

that is to say, hopped

over from Bud the beagle

across the street when

their noses touched on

our walk yesterday

~Julie A. Dickson

traffic symphony:

the shrill pitch of an ambulance

colliding with 

a bawling police horn


a naked fire siren

                           . . .

who on God’s earth can survive 

this orchestra?

~Rupa Anand

so smooth

the grab bars on

the inside of the oven

~Richard Magahiz


~Susan Burch

Afternoon of November 30, 2022


Dull Shine

sometimes love stalls

carburetor clogged with self-pity

or pettiness or thoughtlessness

like oil-stained rags left on

an oil-stained garage floor pitted

and windows half shut

so rain pours in


~Steve Gerson

all our unanswered prayers incense ash

~Mona Bedi

beyond the pull of earth whale song

~Keith Evetts

All Those Books

They’ve not been shelved, despite their space,

though most unleaved, a collage built

through time and place in unity,

each tome a tale from memory,

the books we’ll never read.

~Stephen Kingsnorth





looked ominous


the sign said



we became lost

just going

around the block

~Geoffrey Aitken

heron’s syrinx tuning the prehistoric bugle

~Jim Krotzman

Evening of November 28, 2022


a wiggler amidst the orthodoxy of toes

~Patrick Sweeney

Shoe Poems:

Women in Shoes

In the supermarkets of America

women are wearing shoes!

~Michael Haller

Musical Shoes

Every time you walk past me

I hear a symphony

from your shoes.

~Michael Haller

Bondage in a Shoe

I long to lace your feet

inside your shoes.

~Michael Haller

Shoe Shine

I’ll shine your shoes

with my lips.

~Michael Haller

Cinderella’s Shoe



a shoe.

You don’t

~Michael Haller

creepy shadows

along the muddy road

bright moon

~R.K. Singh

seeing her body

in the lingerie drying

on clothesline

~R.K. Singh

ceaseless clouds the day darkens my face

~Amoolya Kamalnath

silent musical unwritten score

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

panoramic view the spiders take advantage

~Amoolya Kamalnath

nuts and bolts

in the family tool box...

holding it together

~Kavita Ratna



the prayer hall

swallows her shrieks

heavy incense fog

~Kavita Ratna


even in wartime fledglings learn to fly

~Kerry J Heckman

a field mouse

skitters to its hole—

war zone

~Anna Cates

homesick for Kansas

two paper funnel clouds

taped to window

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

in the wild

inner echoes


R.K. Singh

Afternoon of November 28, 2022


I told her what a relief it was

that I finally extracted that shard of popcorn

that was stuck between my gum and tooth

for three days


and she asked me,

what’s someone your age doing

eating popcorn?

I’d hate to see her reaction

if I still drank beer and smoked cigars.

~John Tustin

stuffed with blood

the flea takes a catnap

~Mona Iordan

the old attic

bunnies of dust going at me

from every corner

~Mona Iordan

circling the drain   red fish, blue fish, silverfish

~Reid Hepworth 

my fault your fault St Andreas tremor

~Wanda Amos

taproot of the low-lying spurge

~Roberta Beach Jacobson


clouds my isolation

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

the world as usual cemetery silence

~Arvinder Kaur

I didn’t order the cat in the box,

But it is too late to send her back.

~Beth Gulley

Cognitive Decline

I try to keep up with the news,

read poetry

and write poems almost every night;

plus, I’ve tried to get back into novels

and I do crossword puzzles, find-a-words,

play solitaire, attempt to memorize land markers,

brush up on obscure history

but I don’t think it’s working –

my brain still atrophies.

~John Tustin

a kiss of hymn

prayers we regurgitate

from tales by moonlight

casting magic spells

on charms

~Christina Chin / Uchechukwu Onyedikam

she wants to be a galaxy when she grows up

~ Patrick Sweeney 



covered with leaves expert in a dying field

~petro c.k.



meeting the Wallenda who wouldn't risk it

~Patrick Sweeney

drunk farmers

in the pub's door


~Mircea Moldovan