Morning of April 28, 2023


lost in thought

the fish

named after you

~Kelly Moyer



Cool spring breeze

clears the illusion

of this ephemeral world

~Steve Van Allen



giant panda divide

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



The tree shadow

Is scattered

I think

In spots.

~Noah Berlatsky



Once

you read the label

you know

the can of soup

contains 45%

of your daily sodium

Go ahead

buy two

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



Ratty looking bird, rough break

out of an egg?

some mornings, I know how she feels

~Steve Van Allen



short straws appointing my successor

~Kelly Moyer


loading zone dandelions for the afterlife

~Kelly Moyer

Afternoon of April 27, 2023

 

she never sung to console

but took us to hilltops

to scream

~Lisa C Reynolds



the striking complexity in the syntax of the pathological liar

~Patrick Sweeney



bee stings and asteroids in the vocabulary of boys

~Patrick Sweeney



he had the look of a man who was sent out to play in thunderstorms

~Patrick Sweeney


she twirls


her fork spaghetti

for the win


~Naomi G. Tangonan



she whispered: samsara is the most beautiful word

~Patrick Sweeney



only say Tochigi and my soul will be healed

~Patrick Sweeney



just remembering

from the stone age

spin tirelessly

greedy cutting down recklessly

and the flood hit

~Nani Mariani



white trash

on the ground

the morning after

a cross-burning

singed KKK robes

~John J. Dunphy



communal riots —

the same sun

shines on us

~Debarati Sen



Deep in unnamed forests, deadly new

plagues mutate from beast to man, a rear

guard action to revenge their lost habitats

as we throw pennies at dying species or

jail them in our zoos.

~Janet Stotts



stale breakfast —

mom’s eye bags

wait for a rainbow

~Debarati Sen



water hazard

its ice cracked

by a golf ball

~John J. Dunphy



riverside

boardwalk park

taking pictures

a squirrel stops

to stare at the nut

~Christina Chin / M. R. Defibaugh



Past midnight

too late to write

a good poem.

~Noah Berlatsky

Morning of April 25, 2023


all the mistakes

I’ve almost made

empty shoebox

~B. L. Bruce



cut-off shorts

letting my frayed edges

be

~Kelly Moyer



woke to acceptance

a smattering of

distant applause

~Wayne F. Burke



waiting at the gate

arriving, departing

arriving

~B. L. Bruce



a breakfast sandwich

warm from

the microwave,

a portal

to this dimension.

~jkelso



home improvement

reinforcing

the chicken legs

~Kelly Moyer



Red crayons are good for

roses, smiles, fire engines

and lonely balloons

~Jennifer Gurney



grasshopper —

    jumping on

memory's habitat

~Debarati Sen



clear sky

selfies with a trailer

hanging over the edge

~Rupa Anand



an owl calls

in the middle of the night …

lingering doubt

~Daniela Misso



Ravens

what is love

after war eats out his heart

and he turns away

after 14 months

of letters describing

things that can never last

until that day his ashes

are carried by ravens

into my back yard.

~Pris Campbell



spring again

spooning violets

into the grave

~Kelly Moyer



a parade of people moving

past my bed, the living and

the dead

5 a.m.

~Wayne F. Burke



journey cakes

i save my best stories

for the squirrels

~Kelly Moyer