Morning of March 18, 2024




Entering

new territories



the freed market


goes door

to door

introducing itself

~Jerome Berglund




crouching on the porch

with his cellphone and cigarette

the north wind

~Joshua St. Claire




Star Face

 

E.T.’s peace gesture

say hi to my little frond

waves an olive branch

~John H. Dromey




the castle

I have been trying

to live in

has someone else

I am still trying to find out

~Biswajit Mishra




starless night

even the sky

has the blues

~Jennifer Gurney




dodo

if you need me know

where to find me

~Jerome Berglund




grief burrows

beneath my heart

hibernating inside me

until the warmth of spring

sets it free

~Jennifer Gurney




all frequencies silent

I cross another planet

off the list

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




rusted gargoyle in the dirt

~Jerome Berglund




in an empty cubicle a cake with no provenance

~Joshua St. Claire




poverty level thermal expansion

~Jerome Berglund




meaningful nonsense burled oak

~Jerome Berglund




Somebody's dearest,

I'm sure,

floating above my bed,

pressing ghostly kisses

to my lips,

but not you,

no, not you,

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




the human conditioner makes your scales shine

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




slow dance with what's left of you

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




Dead in the thermos again.

Dry truths slip right out of your head…

I need a better pitcher

and more glue.

~Noah Berlatsky




Habsburg lip

he leans back to expose

his Dior belt

~Joshua St. Claire




errant shoelace

early bird special

~Jerome Berglund


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