mental
gymnastics
a new event
uneven parallel universes
~Robert Witmer
what
are we?
i ask myself
who we are,
and
what we are?
but no one can
ever answer,
perhaps,
sometimes we only
have questions instead of answers.
~linda m. crate
There is no provision for mornings
The
active shrewdness. A merchant with a pshycotic net.
By the roadside, a dead puppy
And by the side of it, another puppy—hungry, weak
And under the grey sky and dry eyes a helpless mother...
Rush the casual labourers ignoring them
Yet pain has no colour in the inhabitant.
A system authoritative.
Come like clouds the despair and a replica of happiness in the glass.
Breaks its one of the hands the round triangle.
~Partha Sarkar
St. Patrick's Day
the street mission's bread green
with mold
~John J. Dunphy
even moldy cheese
was the beginning
of something good
~Jennifer Gurney
the glacier's lament
a sour lemon's
lost meringue
~Robert Witmer
the chalkboard list
of today’s pies
coconut
cream
~Randy Brooks
coroner’s report
the body took no vow
of silence
~Randy Brooks
the beginning
or the end
of a rope
depends on which
way you’re headed
~Randy Brooks
Interplanetary
Pen Pals
a wayward comet
I don’t feel threatened by it
it’s headed your way
~John H. Dromey
Truthful Consequence
cardiologist
says I cannot tell A-Fib
doesn’t get the job
~John H. Dromey
haiku contest
the em dashes
stand in a queue
~Debarati Sen
icarus
reborn
we could never
have flying cars,
you'd leave them
on e and then fall out of
the sky, leaving behind
only metal and shattered
bones.
~linda m. crate
dancing to an old 45
scratches
on my blue suede shoes
~Robert Witmer
at the wall of a fast food outlet fruit seller
~Gillena Cox
VR tour meets self-driving truck
~David C. Kopaska-Merkel
a zebra's zither in the lion's jaws
~Robert Witmer
morning rhythms sync weight of a falling blossom
~Gillena Cox
Grandma did nothing for her last seventeen years
~David C. Kopaska-Merkel
a wild one stormy wind trying to steal my
~Gillena Cox
You cannot open a door
without a cat getting through.
The solution is to never open a door
and just sit there with the cats.
~Noah Berlatsky
the dreaming
i
still remember
the dreaming,
but sometimes i
don't remember
how to get there.
~linda m. crate
last squab
on a makeshift spit
I'll
miss birds
~David C. Kopaska-Merkel
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