Afternoon of December 31, 2024

 

a script of my soul’s story half wakefulness

~Arvinder Kaur




a thousand words


a picture

says

a thousand words,

so does

your silence.

~linda m. crate




simplicity

complexity;

poetry

is wishy-

washy

~Noah Berlatsky




on the grill

hickory-smoked

robot bones

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




when you're drowning


high functioning

depression

means getting ignored

when you're drowning

because they say you

know how to swim.

~linda m. crate




the hit list


made us wonder who

had been a target,

and who hadn't been;

the school wouldn't say—

just expelled him

for it.

~linda m. crate




gone with the geese the initial of your name

~Arvinder Kaur




my worries break the surface ice crusted snow

~Morag Elizabeth Humble




funeral we speak in flowers

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




empty bin unfolding of my loud thoughts

~Arvinder Kaur




winter dusk a little girl’s brightest smile

~Tejendra Sherchan




beauty


the moon

is beautiful in

all of her phases,

so am i.

~linda m. crate




winter rains

the scent of wet dog

on my couch

~Morag Elizabeth Humble




hibernation —

his life has the merit

on earth

~Maria Cristina Pulvirenti




siren eyes

i mistook the sirens in

your eyes for

mermaids,

until they tried

drowning me.

~linda m. crate





night of celebration —

with a cheeky smile the elf

fades in air

~Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

 

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