Afternoon of January 28, 2023


war theatre

a shabby scarecrow

gazing at Orion

~Florin C. Ciobîcă

stray bullet

train of dark thoughts

the night comes alive

~Christopher Peys

nested together multiplication tables

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

pumpkin moon, seed in pig's nostril

~Mircea Moldovan

in front of crows' ellipsis no linguistic antecedent

~Florin C. Ciobîcă

illuminating -

the moth and the moon

casting shadows

~Katherine E Winnick

decreasing moon

the Earth's lesson

about economy

~Mirela Brailean


he’ll never look for her


she hides deep inside

a forest fairy tale

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

There’s a fork in the road

with the left a sure path to the meaning of life,

and the right a buffet line for the salad bar.

I choose the right because the meaning of life

might end with death, and I don’t want to die fat.

~Nolcha Fox

Rose Petals in a Dark Room

I’m but a poet of this ministry,


rose petals in a dark room fall.

Everyone’s life is a conflict.


But mine is mastery of light and neon night

and I walk behind

these footsteps of no one.

~Michael Lee Johnson


the itch to write

a farewell poem

~Florin C. Ciobîcă

Evening of January 26, 2023

a love song

plays on the radio

an epilogue

about our train ride

where you get off abruptly

~Wai Mei Wong

sadness envelops

please stamp me with rainbows and

return to sender

~Eavonka Ettinger

chocolate sponge


and sensitizers

~Mark Gilbert

spent fuel rods

the mountain shifts

its posture

~John Hawkhead

fairie folk dancing

in the forest of forgets

 no one remembers

~Strider Marcus Jones

sour grapes

the last drop of

a fine whine

~Eavonka Ettinger

family photo just the dog’s tail

~Mona Bedi

annoying koi in pond wink of ceramic cat

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

in a crowd this existential crisis

~Mona Bedi

life results may vary

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

paper moon this temporary life

~Mona Bedi

Black branches of a winter tree

against a gray gray sky

gothic view worthy of Poe

~Steve Van Allen


first snowflake



I have

nowhere to go

~Dan Flore III

marathon race

the ex-front runner speeds away

in an ambulance

~John J. Dunphy

tumbling screams

only mountain goats around

to hear

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

some words

just make me itch

    head lice

~Eavonka Ettinger

mime mistake
the sounds

of regret

~Herb Tate

Morning of January 24, 2023


  the sun slow to set

the owl gives

two hoots

~B. L. Bruce

slow night

the security guard

draws dinosaurs

~John Pappas

winter afternoon

so cold the hand

with the pen

~B. L. Bruce

without whim

writing in blue

in my little red book

~Mark Gilbert

clifftop walk

staring into the abyss

of a cell phone

~John Hawkhead

sand fleas

which way the wind blows

no shadows

~Ron Scully

dung beetles rolling in worthless fortune

~John Hawkhead

orb spinner

nets an errant fly

location, location, location

~Ron Scully

primal rain

ants break rank

and dance

~Ron Scully

days when words

will not come

the milk sours

~B. L. Bruce

forest stroll

we kick the pebble

back and forth

~John Pappas

Afternoon of January 22, 2023


  briefcase face

transgressed into

anonymous holidays

~Keith Higginbotham

stamped on the helipad daisies

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

gazing at the blue sky   a floater has come out to play

~Patrick Sweeney

Hollywood Forever   dead actors gaining on the palms

~Patrick Sweeney

courier’s last scroll goes to someone else

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

boiling tea

needles of ice

in my throat

~Françoise Maurice

spider in shower corner

watch web shudder

no prey smaller than I

~Julie A. Dickson

annoying people

seem to stick around longer

rice in the sink drain

~Sharon Ferrante


for breath


in and out

of existence

~Mark Gilbert

Such an indulgence

Coffee in the afternoon

Or just recklessness

~Jennifer Gurney

Word Play Ground

Part II

See saw in the window

of glass houses

shouldn't throw

stone age

of aquarius

~Keith Snow

The saying is true

You find what you're looking for

Heart clumps in litter

~Jennifer Gurney



a box set

and a box

of Belgian chocolates

at the end

we don't find out

what happened

~Mark Gilbert