Afternoon of April 4, 2024


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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