Afternoon of November 29, 2024

 

Handiwork

~Kelly Moyer and Hunter Sauvage




the roar of traffic

rushing by

platelets in the bloodstream

~Melissa Dennison




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~John J. Dunphy




Problems to face

In a gilded cage

The moment hidden

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Watching cityscapes

Fade back into stardust

Tell me why

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Don’t be afraid

To be a stiletto

In a room of flats

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Coffee gone cold

Where did all the hope

Run off to?

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




the frog

won’t vanish in

my mind

~Noah Berlatsky





hide and seek

        the shadows charm

an elfish moon

~Elliot Diamond




only planet tending to rise from the west the Venus

~Tejendra Sherchan




fingers don't know how not to love your hair

~Mykyta Ryzhykh




Shrieks cut the night__

Forest silent in respect

Even the trees know

~Beth Ramos




globe warming another new year in the gasp of twelve gongs

~Rashmi VeSa




what ifs and why nots ribboned road

~Rashmi VeSa




defining

her shelf life…

the matrimonial column

~Rashmi VeSa




picking one more bone of contention sidewalk crows

~Rashmi VeSa




Brushing Aside the Curtain


Let's look at this another way, he said,

It's not which side of the mirror is real,

but which you'd prefer to inhabit,

and who you have to kill to stay there.

That's when I knew:

I'd go out with him again,

I'd trust him with my dog,

I'd let him drink my blood,

but I could see by the third drink,

I'd never be good enough for him.

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




the dead sign on

radio clears its

low-bandwidth throat

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




Happiness—

a butterfly’s journey

crushes in seconds

~Patricia Carragon




heavy rain

seven blackbirds on a wire

melt into black puddles

~Steve Van Allen




desperate fly

lands on my burger

it is november

and i can understand

the desire to just hang on

but, fly,

you made a bad decision

so did i

now i have a crushed fly

embedded in my bun

~Tom Blessing




coffee shop drive thru

three ravens wait beside the window

for their treats

~Tom Blessing




silent meditation

the dog looks at me

and whimpers

~Tom Blessing

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