Morning of November 9, 2024

 

 

ON A HOT SUMMER’S DAY IN THE CITY

 

Women look out

from upper floor

tenement windows,

elbows resting

on the sills,

eye-bags lolling

on their cheek-tops.

~John Grey



 

hero's journey

at least there's no line

for the loo

~Kelly Moyer



 

ground glass

the future as divined

by my crystal ball

~Kelly Moyer



 

wrinkly pumpkin

past its prime

election day

~Kimberly Kuchar



Recrudescence

 

...and he's back.

~Kimberly Kuchar


 

 

rustling leaves

i sow

my own seed sound

~Kelly Moyer




rolled oats awakening to the daily quaker message

~Kelly Moyer



GRIMM

 

In a fairy tale,

a giant rat devours a princess

and a prince’s eyes are blinded

by a witch’s claw.

The story frightens some kids,

enlightens others.

~John Grey




QUANDARIES

 

The first time

I ever got close to a butterfly

I didn’t know

whether to squash it between my fingers

or gasp, “How beautiful.”

 

Destroy or cherish?

Intervene or let be?

Quandaries come upon us all the time.

This is one of the more common ones.

~John Grey




lovers' embrace

the intimacy

in duck and cover

~Kelly Moyer




lodged in her gullet

a lone

kernel of truth

~Kelly Moyer




checking my carotids nature or nurture

~dan smith




solving

for y

lost love

~Kelly Moyer




the stealth

with which i inhabit this body

ninja skills

~Kelly Moyer




MOTHERHOOD FOR A MALE POET

 

Today,

I gave birth

to eight poems,

five naturally,

three by C-section.

Most were recently conceived

but one was kicking in my womb

for years.

~John Grey

 

 

 

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