Afternoon of April 22, 2023

too gone

too soon

too gone too gone

 

the first snow

sticks to the dead

 

grass

 

we toss our flowers

 

hands, feet,

children, eyes

guns

~Patrick Cabello Hansel

 

 

Nadir

Vast horizons trapped

by clouds light and dark.

Rational meets random

standing in the wind

gathering the pieces.

The solstice promises

it will not get any darker.

~C. T. Holte

A Wave Against the Shore

A wave crashes against the shore

And draws back to the sea of before,

But leaves behind a watered mark

And takes the sand into the dark.

A heart rises to face the world

And then sees all its life unfurled,

But leaves behind the good it sought

And takes with it the dark it fought.

~Gabriel Gonzalez

Bryant Park blossoms

fly with spring’s breeze upon heads

forest shampooing

~James Penha

Listen: Yes

an original form as a novel

a book of poetry

a collective of letters

songs

to work Love

in a cousin's hotel.

~Daniel de Culla

Metamorphosis

your limbs

         become numbers

when once

         they were music

~Steve Horel

It’s not the eyes

        that lie, 

  It’s the little man

who reads 

their screens

~jkelso

Dragons

Mr. E. Gary Gygax

slew forty iMacs.

in an atavistic ritual

from the days before nerds went digital.

~Noah Berlatsky

The key turns and I

Open the mailbox sadly

Knowing full well that

There will never be

Another letter from you

~Jennifer Gurney

Siamese Fighting Fish

 

It came as no surprise that the fish committed suicide.

 

Curious about the whiteness of the wall

bumping against the glass.

 

Ephemeral existence,

the terrifying silence of a bubble.

 

Sunbeams showed the way

to jump into a new life.

 

It came as no surprise that the fish committed suicide.

 

With the world so beautiful on the other side.

~Inga Piotrowska

Plastic colored grass

Found in the sofa cushions

Long past Eastertide

~Jennifer Gurney

 

OCD

I am going to open a picture-framing shop

with special frames–each a hair off square,

giving my customers opportunities to share

my gift, one that keeps on giving:

something to straighten . . .

again and again and again.

~C. T. Holte

Five-Line Red and Black POEM Kit

(assembly required)

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~C. T. Holte