Afternoon of November 21, 2022

engineer above

particle

particle

part icicle

~J. D. Nelson



Gran's Mason jar

the red flour beetle's

death curve

~Keith Evetts



drinkable haiku —

from notebook pages

paper cones

~Mirela Brăilean



a flea couple

went on a date

to watch a flea

love story

where they saw

flea bumps

so at home

Mr. and Mrs. Flea

fed and bred

~Madeleine Vinluan



nervous breakdown

such a long path

to her roses

~Daniel Birnbaum



thanksgiving

my sister-in law’s

sage advice

~Kelly Moyer



as if the moon had

no memory

the unworn corset


~Kelly Moyer


 

you pull me so close

our ridges blend

supernova
 

~Shasta Hatter



as if

a caddisfly larva 

might glue up a Taj Mahal,

as if

a brown dwarf

might choose to go nova

as if

a waste dump

mated with a fetid swamp

~Richard Magahiz



the mask on the wall

its eyes unmoved

by our world

~Daniel Birnbaum



fungus where does it go

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




Lie Low


Do all survive through camouflage,

stark stand out gone, as merge preferred?

We know the smallest, best defence,

adopt their leaf or branch as tent,

just as those fleas, in hair, on leg,

all playing dead, dead cert deployed.

But my red spots are proof they lie,

lowlife, lie low, outlier soon.

~Stephen Kingsnorth



torn fishnets

i’m the one

that got away

~Kelly Moyer



the wrong way -

the wrong way?

this is the end of the world!

There's no

right or wrong anymore.

~Richard Magahiz

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