Morning of December 15, 2022


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

~Fran├žoise 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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