winter solstice
old age and me
dancing
~Stephanie Zepherelli
dementia
—
mother gives
me
a new name
~Mona
Bedi
elderly
penitent
all the sins he wanted to confess
forgotten
~John J. Dunphy
sixty-eight years
the last puzzle piece
still missing
~Stephanie Zepherelli
ink
blot the pause in our conversation
~Mona
Bedi
rolling
thunder the promises i didn't keep
~Mona Bedi
hedgerow magic the rabbit runs deep
~C.X. Turner
butterfly
effect how everything matters
~Mona Bedi
Autocarrot
I sent myself an email reminder
about a collection of essays
called Junk Shop Window,
a book I’d promised to review.
In the Subject line I wrote: ”jsw.”
Gmail figured it knew what I meant
better than I did, changed it to “jaw.”
Sometimes the corrections
these autocorrect programs make are welcome.
Sometimes
they are just ducked up.
~Charles
Rammelkamp
in the mist
a silver talisman
fast disappearing
~C.X. Turner
under skeleton trees
abandoned tires
at peace
~Patricia Carragon
water flows fast and slow
always to the lowest point
I've been there, with wet feet
~Steve Van Allen
butterfly
wings --
i tell my
daughter
she can
fly
~Mona Bedi
thirty-one flavors
dad samples them all
on his birthday
~Stephanie Zepherelli
I am adept
at adopting
apt appellations
and adapting
them to things
~Charles A. Perrone
heat
wave
the feet of the statue
dance on the asphalt
~Daniel
Birnbaum
cumulus
clouds
i too am
made
of water
~Mona
Bedi
not sorry
the freedom
in saying
just that
~Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
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