potato Sally
not baked not salad but raw
you have pretty eyes
~Shayna Shanes
i
am the moon
sitting on the broken shore
of nightmares,
i take shards of light
sew them together
into a dream
so that even night knows
i am the moon.
~linda m. crate
sidewalk noon —
the giggle of an urchin
fills the balloon
~Daipayan Nair
too
much
i think too much,
feel too much,
sometimes i feel like
i am too much;
but they insist i am
just enough,
so why can't anyone
take the intensity of my light
or the depths of my oceans?
why do i walk my flower gardens and forests alone?
~linda m. crate
buried in
a heap of documents
her
painted nails
~Daipayan Nair
this spinach, frankly
a leaf and his brothers
their spirit contained
in ridges
and veins
and the bitter remains
on my tongue
like truth
audaciously raw
and juicy
~Shayna Shanes
Your smolder fists
eyes of gunpowder
ashes falling
~Carol Carpenter
burn the candle
thoughts and prayers
are your pat on the back
for inaction,
how about action and change
in addition to your thoughts and prayers;
burn the candle not those stumbling
in the dark.
~linda m. crate
school shooting
local florists start
a price war
~John J. Dunphy
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