in this neat suburb
where residents conform
the sudden hubbub
when a ring of toadstools
bursts out of the lawn
~Keith Evetts
community sounds nice in theory
~Noah Berlatsky
A Creator’s Wish
Down on me the universe presses
into the microverse I release my stresses.
Planning new lands
with cerulean sands.
As I sit on a boulder,
my imagination a-smolder.
Would that I could create
something, which could luxuriate
and remain till the world’s bygone
like this boulder I sit upon.
~Bernardo Villela
this way daily passing on
~Keith Evetts
once it was real childhood
~Keith Evetts
kingfisher the useless words
~Keith Evetts
Shadowed
I don’t know why that dark reflection
likes to stick to my feet.
Maybe it was the gum I stepped in yesterday.
~Nolcha Fox
A circular copse
Of denuded trees engaged
In pagan rites
~Bernardo Villela
chipped nail paint —
mom’s guitar lessons
in full swing
~Debarati Sen
paradoxical insomnia
nursing
the misogynist's monkey
~Kelly Moyer
stone's throw
a roadtrip
to the afterlife
~Kelly Moyer
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