I’ve
read and studied
but still I cannot fathom
how a zipper
works
~James Penha
the living dead
offer me leftovers
—a middle finger
all I wanted
was a Kit Kat
~Sharon Ferrante
If
the Day Was a Zebra
A
zebra day is no-frills simple, choices are black and white, no gray.
Boundaries are defined. I
start here. You start there. I’m always a
vegetarian on a zebra day. There is no latest diet fad. I
know my
herd, I know where I belong on a zebra day. And mine know me. I know
my enemies
on a zebra day. I know I can run or fight. I don’t need
to ask my therapist what to do. I don’t
need therapy. I am what you
see. Take it or leave it.
~Nolcha Fox
adrift down the stream of consciousness without a paddle
~Mark Meyer
between two slices of rye death poem
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
the bloody truth I cut myself on Occam's razor
~Mark Meyer
one
footprint by the shallow grave
~Elliot Diamond
critique of pure reason a fruitful dialectic with a fruit fly
~Mark Meyer
Fleas in the morning lie dormant – rouse in afternoon autumn sun
~Julie A. Dickson
nothingness for dummies two-hundred-six pages of nada
~Mark Meyer
bargain basement clearance a mixed bag of overused emotions
~Mark Meyer
divorce final
I add more pineapple
to the pizza
~Sharon Ferrante
A Götterdämmerung Vibe
“Look at those people. Hammering in the windows,
scaling the walls of the Capitol.”
“And that noose! The one meant for Pence.”
“The dude hanging from a balcony in the Senate chamber.”
“The guy with the painted face and horned helmet.”
“All egged on by the sore loser. Amazing.”
“Twilight of the gods.”
“Wagner would have killed for this story.
And by ‘Wagner’ I mean the Russian mercenaries.”
~Charles Rammelkamp
deadly nightshade
I water everything
beyond the gate
even poison
has a whisper
when it drips
~Sharon Ferrante
Outsider Art
I am a found object,
claimed at the roadside
on your journey
toward the afterlife.
What shall we create
of such good fortune
but a world
where our lonesome,
tethered souls
can, at last, be free?
~Kelly Moyer
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