introvert
holding onto my exoskeleton
~Mona Bedi
Life
is a spin in the dryer. I can be a dryer ball, banging my brain out
in a heated drum. I
can be the lint that’s tossed in the trash. I
can be my favorite sweater, ragged with
overuse, warm and ready for another day. It’s my choice.
~Nolcha Fox
the last time
I arrived early
preemie
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
shoulder to shoulder: air-dropping love notes
~Patrick Sweeney
house of cards queens at the window
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
I turn my head to see my shadow’s chin
~Glenn Ingersoll
twins
a year apart
nevermore
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
windows up, doors locked: passing through the bad neighborhood of my mind
~Patrick Sweeney
pole-vaulting polar extremes in my thrift-shop jacket
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
lapping
waves
the conversations
we never have
~Mona Bedi
If I could only steal the moon
to stop the howling of the wolves.
~Fhen M.
sidewalk
as surprised as I am
a crow
~Françoise Maurice
he wanted the right of way in a random universe
~Patrick Sweeney
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