Afternoon of January 22, 2024

 

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

~Franรงoise Maurice



he wanted the right of way in a random universe

~Patrick Sweeney

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