the humming
of stars
in Ursa major
~Linda L Ludwig
rumcake for breakfast / maybe inebriation / better two servings
~Charles A. Perrone
Gaudy ring
Confirms betrothed
Cuts glass and heart
~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
celebrating
chemical reactions
garage floor rags
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
one
after the other
I call on the spirit
of my siblings
in
heart and mind
they guide me
~Anne Curran
reviving the lost practice of gazing out windows
~Patrick Sweeney
remembering the chalk-sized yellow teeth of the ragman's horse
~Patrick Sweeney
the importance of prime numbers after we're gone
~Patrick Sweeney
another question with no real interest in an answer
~Patrick Sweeney
he
seemed to always have hard rain on his roof
~Patrick Sweeney
The cow in the middle of a crowded road
The cow on a crowded road.
Rush by her the citizens of a moribund city.
The cow is in her pregnancy, ruminates indifferently
Ignoring them by thinking
As if the rushing skeletons do nothing but run to and fro
Without thinking why to rush and when to stop.
After a while she crosses the road leaving a message -
If they do not ruminate the future,
One there will be indigestion in development
And pride.
~Partha Sarkar
depression
the desire to give up
every dawn
~Leela Satyan
kintsugi
what coffee does
to my soul
~Leela Satyan
icicle
the agony of hanging
upside down
~Leela Satyan
An Indian Intellectual
The silent coffin with clamorous dead in the womb full of white fumes.
And all doors are open when
All round faces which were once flattened
Try
to find out how many gamblers there are in the alleys of escapism
To
sell the hollow backbone
And are very happy all dead of the world who
Burn skins with obscene conversation by chewing quids
and break the placid slumber of the lake
Yet none know how much responsible is for eczema the discount on body lotion.
~Partha Sarkar
so short so easy?
haiku writing in the moment
the juxtaposition
of a blank mind
with
a white page
~Wanda
Amos
this rusty heart
is closed
but never locked
~Wanda
Amos