Afternoon of November 8, 2023


aches and pains

the subtle differences

between snowflakes

~Robert Witmer



always that one guy asleep on the train

folded in half

~Kathy Watts



Frosted


You think you are a chocolate cake you frosted for dessert. You think your sweet talk more than pays for all the times

I paid your bills and offered you free rent. You expect me to pay the tab when we go out to eat. You never leave a tip. I

have a tip for you, my dear. You are just a frosted flake, and you’re not worth the milk to flush you down my throat and

out the other end.

~Nolcha Fox



a bonbon

on my lifeline

time will tell

~Robert Witmer



odds and ends

the grotesque handles

on the coffin of my dreams

~Robert Witmer



I Don’t Understand


Explain to me this transition from life to death, this nakedness of being between a last sip of coffee and a chiseled

stiff in a coffin, soon to be forgotten. Perhaps this is a last split millisecond to practice the fine art of nothing, a last

whoop where we swing over a chasm of whitewater before we fall. We fall. Without understanding.

~Nolcha Fox



a stranded salmon

its mouth opens and closes

the fear of speaking out

~Wanda Amos



inside

the huge fish

his wife's ring

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel



limp chocolate dashboard rundown

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel



skeleton dance

his bony hands

creep lower

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel



long skeletal branch

stretches deep into autumn woods

swallowed in darkness

~Steve Van Allen



millions of sperm

seeking one egg

new moon

~Wanda Amos



Today I am perfect

For I have done nothing but lie in bed

~Sam Kilkenny



too deep for crows feet

must be

ravens feet

~Kathy Watts



my life

moving into the slow lane…

my smart car

commends me

for my eco driving

~Wanda Amos



vector analysis

a misplaced mosquito

in the palm of my hand

~Robert Witmer

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