Evening of January 30, 2024


that good stretch

outside your comfort zone

but not too far

~Jennifer Gurney




sifting through cast offs

I find treasures

from your discards

~Jennifer Gurney




Sardonic quips;

Laughter is Sirius

At the full eclipse.

~David Mitchell




Wounds



when commanded to stop the tirade

told he is a monster

he lies down to nap

curled up like a small child

~MarthaEllenJohnson




Non-viable


Non-viable. She bled out in the parking lot.

Women always get the short end of the stick.”

~MarthaEllenJohnson




Poseur


Poseur. He lectures.

Points to a painting.

The claustrophobia of life.”

He glances at me.

Knows I know.

Hates me more.

~MarthaEllenJohnson




Nobody will come

Nobody's coming back

Nobody will rise again

There's not enough air for anyone

No one has enough love

~Mykyta Ryzhyk

(Originally published in Ice Floe Press)




this poem

will not be written

by anyone because the author

will go to the supermarket for vodka

 

and never come back

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Tipton Poetry Journal)




mom sews a vagina for her daughter like a red rag for tears

mom wants soldiers to give flowers to her daughters


the cemetery is silent about flowers


daughter collects khaki and throws it into the toilet

daughter screams that she does not need such flowers


graves are silent about the dead

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Rat's Ass Review)




An old woman views

a woodblock printing and sighs

to think of the past.

~Keech Ballard




childhood memory


filling in the blanks

left by snowflakes

~Ana Drobot




fingers in machine / lack of care will lead to bad / damaged rings

~Charles A. Perrone




Guard Dog with a Mind of Winter


The boy rolls snow

into the shape of the puppy

he lost.

~Cheryl Snell




Arty Party


The butler took our coats.

Then he took our clothes.

I kept my stilettos on.

~Cheryl Snell




You Asked for It



Elvis replicates himself

while performing Hound Dog,

outnumbering the audience

baying at the moon’s hologram.

~Cheryl Snell

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