Afternoon of November 17, 2023

 

  discussing society’s expectations Pringle’s can

~Joshua St. Claire



thoughts of you wake so much earlier than I do

~Sharon Ferrante



in the morning not knowing who you are

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



daydream—

I tap the shoulder

of who I become

~Sharon Ferrante



this river

won’t see me

too many leaves

floating

over my reflection

~Sharon Ferrante



from one emptiness

to another—

falling star

~John Pappas



ignoring

the police tape

ladybugs

~John Pappas



waiting room

we silently watch

reruns of cheers

~John Pappas


first dream

I fill a winter page

with crows

~John Pappas




dwindling light

I swallow the lies

 told by mother

~Rowan Beckett



now with a new and improved formula

                              mock orange

~Joshua St. Claire



the careful curation

of his only bookshelf

Zoom meeting

~Joshua St. Claire



dead mall

a killdeer leads me away

from broken asphalt

~Joshua St. Claire



when the word

is silence

we dare not

repeat

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



zen

of paper moons

hole puncher

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



flea market

a vintage six-string

with only four

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



crumpled white papers yet the canary in the cage still sings

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



2 a.m. reading a neighborhood dog sleepless too

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



pandas on a plane bamboo diplomacy

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



fireflies in a jar burying my never-child

~Rowan Beckett



wish splitting a bone enters between the fates

~Rowan Beckett



d)us(t

~Rowan Beckett



treading water the deep end of august

~John Pappas



anxiety filling the sky with swallows everything

~John Pappas

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