knot know now know now not
~J. D. Nelson
snowy
rehearsal dinner eve we all get cold feet
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
5 am
our snow angel struck by
a thrown newspaper
~John J. Dunphy
Sky High
After first light
before sun rise
I tell Timothy,
my Uber driver.
There's only one planet
visible, probably Venus.
He tells me his electric
bill is super expensive
from the brand new provider,
Constellation.
~Keith Snow
kings in the corner
shuffling, dealing, playing
red on black on red
~Jennifer Gurney
The solidity and concretude
of
this frigid block of material
prompts
me to ponder
the
liquidity and lightness
of
this aerial being of flakes
each
intricate and distinct
from
the next and all others
designed
to make me think
of
an ethereal alternative
to the prescribed dosage.
~Charles A. Perrone
I
Wish…
I had a poem braising
in the slow cooker,
with yellow potatoes
and the last carrots.
A savory one,
that would warm me
internally and leave me
sated.
~Keith Snow
silver moth hands we are in the stomach
~J. D. Nelson
The Fate of a Gate
They left the gate open for us so we
could reach the space of the dialed device
to weigh the bag of options the farm offered
They surely must have known of our ignorance
of scales and hooks and all their close relatives
and most likely anticipated the cool mark of zero
the hanging machine would inevitably register to
provoke our blue feelings of lack and emptiness
and disappointment for the loss of opportunity
to live green and reside there in bucolic bliss
~Charles A. Perrone
PERI WINKLES
Purple people eaters wear blue suede shoes.
Blue skies turn from purple haze.
Purple rain soaks the blue jays and a blue bird.
A purple patch cured his blues.
The true blue have received purple hearts!
~Keith Snow
fluoride crayon mirrored zine library
~J. D. Nelson
Announcement soon: Touchstone Poetry Award nominees from Five Fleas Itchy Poetry!
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