Evening of December 6, 2023

 

 

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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