Afternoon of November 2, 2024

 

14 stitches

the mysterious lure of

a nowhere tree

~A.J. Anwar




climate change—

worldwide snowflakes

seasonless

~A.J. Anwar




wooden labyrinth

3D-printed

coral reefs

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




Home


We lived in a ghetto.

In a chawl of our illusions,

in the mind’s megalopolis.

 

Our shanty was built

to be bulldozed.

~Sanjeev Sethi





refugee school

the now

of this woman's voice

~Maya Daneva




alone at the beach

there must be something

the moonlight wants

~Maya Daneva




queue for popcorn

a potbellied man keeps

pushing me ahead

~Tejendra Sherchan




Aren’t I Entitled


I’m an open book

though some pages here and there

are glued together

~John H. Dromey




frayed nerves

election day jitters

hauntingly
déjà vu

~Ruth Van Alstine




undecided

I consider unfriending

all undecideds

~Morag Elizabeth Humble




One day there will be…


One day there will be no sounds of suicides.

One day there will be a vast blue sky—

A perfect abode for the innocent.

One day they are all phoenixes with the sound of

First ever freedom.

~Partha Sarkar




paramedic sirens

I wonder

if

it would be

another sudden death

~Tuyet Van Do




chalky hand sprouting

from the ground

candlesnuff fungus

~Tuyet Van Do




Plot Development


write what you know

write what you think you know

make something up

~John H. Dromey

 

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