Evening of February 17, 2024

 

unlike butterflies     deathwatch beetles tell no lies

~Richard Magahiz



raw throats it's not   not the alcohol

~Richard Magahiz



on each raindrop     I write your number

~Richard Magahiz



adorning

the ventricles

concertina wire

~Richard Magahiz



Has seen none

But the blind pioneer

How shrewd philosophy

Bets on collapsed economy

With tampered coins.

~Partha Sarkar



Haunts human eyes

The suppressed helpless

Fire and it flees.

But where should it flee?

All roads go to hell.

~Partha Sarkar



flea market

i buy someone’s

childhood

~Mona Bedi



intermittent rain our on and off relationship

~Mona Bedi



metastasis the length of a life

~Mona Bedi



autumn equinox

he promises me

the moon

~Mona Bedi



parts of her

unknown to me

Alzheimer’s

~Mona Bedi



wind fractures the moon on the lake water too cold for a dip

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



October leaves rustle an octave below the distant sound of blues

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



scraping away layers of paint the size of old scars

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



morning sun

the web’s builder resting

on the windowsill

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

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