Morning of December 3, 2023


This Poem Is a Process. Whatever Else You Read Today Is This Poem.

~Noah Berlatsky



the sacrifice

of forests

Christmas gift wrap

~Wanda Amos



giving tree –

Santa arrives

on a purple scooter

~Bonnie J Scherer



jingle bells

time to bring out

our gay apparel

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



no one to fill my stocking but myself I become Santa

~Jennifer Gurney



Salvation Army shelter home for the holidays

~Jennifer Gurney



Christmas Eve

red and green lights at

the intersection

~John J. Dunphy



My yoga mat is rolled up by arthritis and bad knees.

A fractured wrist put winter walking on my deranged list.

My head is full of migraines and a gallon of caffeine.

I'd like to change my age back to a time

when all that mattered was a peanut butter sandwich.

~Nolcha Fox



he was briefly remembered for having elegant penmanship

~Patrick Sweeney



writing –

my style changes upon hearing

a siren

~John J. Dunphy



pen to paper

the feeling of

pure release

        - poetry

~Ann Christine Tabaka



in his glad rags, he was comfortable on his own bed of nails

~Patrick Sweeney



though they were only a myth, it was a relief when the winners cashed in

~Patrick Sweeney



the obligation of pumpkin pie

~Patrick Sweeney



the day the candlenut tree introduced herself

~Patrick Sweeney



whatever will I do with this déjà vu

~Patrick Sweeney

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