Afternoon of January 14, 2025

 

yet another failed attempt to reverse-engineer me

~Patrick Sweeney

 murmuration of starlings over a killing in the street

~Patrick Sweeney

on the city bus, constructing vast and intricate biographies

~Patrick Sweeney

'If you're not doing anything ' as a preface

~Patrick Sweeney

 

 

using rubber cement to glue the golden lady back together

~Patrick Sweeney

zoo monkeys

she runs her fingers

through my toupee

~Richard L. Matta

a burbling stream

winds its way through

elephant ears

the way our landline rings

and everyone listens

~Richard L. Matta

handle with care a box of mindworms

~John Hawkhead

meandering still the ghost of a river

~John Hawkhead

lost language droughts since records began

~John Hawkhead

back of the shelf so much expired thyme

~Richard L. Matta

needle dipping the sound of silence

~Richard L. Matta

the only ones

we catch and release

stink bugs

~AJ Johnson

 

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