silence
is a voice too
~Joseph P. Wechselberger
coffee house open mic
poet's reading hissed by
the
espresso machine
~John J. Dunphy
seventh of Advent
locked in his snow globe
Santa
Claus
~Françoise Maurice
Near Genius
is like going to the amusement park,
without an all day pass
you see the blinking lights,
hear laughter
and everyone assumes you
are having a great time
except you
can't
ride the rides.
~Keith Snow
each
dust mote theoretically could be a world
~Joseph P. Wechselberger
misunderstood
sasquatch hides among the tiny toads
~Joseph P. Wechselberger
Puzzled
Why we have so many cross-
words, a KenKen of emotions
that never gets solved
I add one and one
you get eleven.
A jigsaw where we need
to fill in the missing,
pieces, only you
can
put in place.
~Keith Snow
the last twist
of a wheel brace
sunset
~Daipayan
Nair
To Be Human
We are all Medusa now,
heads sprouting wiry
snakes and eyes
that dare not open
to the world lest
we see how fate
has turned our ❤️s
to
stone.
~James Penha
Year went terribly.
Much cold.
Little wealth.
Beyond fragile.
The supreme
achievement:
rest.
~Jessica Swafford
alley wall
a chalked epitaph above
the
dead derelict
~John J. Dunphy
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