Morning of February 8, 2024


eliminating

violets with chemical weapons

suburbia

~Joshua St. Claire



late stage capitalism

advertising the sturdiness 

of disposable plastic cups

~Joshua St. Claire



touching every

aspect of my life

cat hair

~Amber Winter



sometimes

my last-dreamed dream

wakes me

~Jennifer Gurney



come to our rescue / oh flying maker of new / you winged magician

~Charles A. Perrone



Right hand replaced with a pig's foot

flesh torn from his stomach

a thief of taxpayer’s money.

~Fhen M.



have your faith


just don't expect me

to swallow it.

~linda m. crate 



A poem started from climbing a mountain

ended in a Greek garden.

~Fhen M.



Saturday wardrobe

built entirely

on comfort

~Jennifer Gurney



february dawn

a haze…

coffee and ink

piano notes—

spilling wildly

into spring

spring frost

writing poems…

again

~Grace Moon



She


      smiles, kisses, hugs, believes

         out of ashes roses grow;

         out of madness sanity and peace come;

         from dark times a glittering, priceless diamond 

             will brighten the world.  

 

Who?


Her.

~Suzanne Austin-Hill



beloved tradition

fake-mustache photo booth–

fourth grade valentines

~Jennifer Gurney



ripped-apart Valentine heart

its pieces placed within

the body's chalk outline

~John J. Dunphy

 

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