Afternoon of May 16, 2024

 

The Overlord

~Kelly Moyer
 
Photography available here

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

spring storm

the dialogue interrupted

by a short circuit

~Nicoletta Ignatti




flea


it danced it here now there again

and sprang its music deep upon me

i speak i speak i speak i speak

sucking out a sip of me for it to live

a fat disgust a hot sink drowning

a crushing between fingernails

i this god dispense

in answer to its helpless daring

while i this flea am honoured here

in answer to my need

and worse and worse expect it

~Harry Owen




Springtime spiders, cute and small,

skitter up the hallway wall,

kitchen counter, kitchen chair,

weft their webs within your hair.

~Terry Trowbridge




red traffic light

sitting behind the motorist

a zip-tied barbie

~Tuyet Van Do




dry gin the empty quarter in my mind map

~John Hawkhead

 

 


in the desert (when I stop thinking of it) an oasis

~Arvinder Kaur

 

 


carbon credit to absolutely no one

~John Hawkhead




clothes shopping —

the men in dire need

of a woman

~Maurizio Brancaleoni




I see a silent film star

working in a shop

She tends the till, wraps the gifts.


She looks up slightly to the left

never straight at me.

Her skin is celluloid

The day is black and white

~Sarah Davies




GPS tells me

I am on the fastest route

to perdition

~James Penha




deserted island


i'm not

a man so maybe

i'm an island,

hopefully a deserted one;

i don't want people

walking all over me.

~linda m. crate




no wonder the lily

blooms just for a day

this world of men

~Arvinder Kaur



BE WARNED


if you’re

sitting by yourself

in a coffee shop

and reading

something by

Thomas Pynchon

I cannot be

responsible

for my

undivided

attention

~John Grey

 



Closure

~Michael Lee Johnson

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