Morning of April 22, 2025

 


art therapy

a pinch of stardust

in the school glue

~words & image Kelly Sauvage Moyer




an old world map

with colours distributed

according to borders

on winter days the pleasure

of being behind the shutters

~Marie Derley




a drop

             p

                   o

                        i

                            n

                                  t

                                      s

to each passing cloud

~Vijay Prasad




Little cat,

I would let you lick me

but your tongue is rough

and it hurts.

~Noah Berlatsky




used book store

a museum for sale

smell of old paper

~Alper Ghuchlu




homecoming

where only unknown birds

sing for me

~Tejendra Sherchan




sun

day

    sat    

  nav 

    gazing

~Helen Buckingham




aloe vera

once green fingers

now jaded

~Helen Buckingham




communion Sunday

the body of Christ

stuck to the roof of my mouth

~John J. Dunphy




Societies


Ants carry the creature without knowing

Whether it is alive or dead.


~Labanya Chowdhury




The Blue Bottle

Blue bottles qualify as forensic,

leaving eggs on rotting corpses,

helping estimate the time of death.

~Paul O. Jenkins




first spring robin

arrives on my doorstep

and poops


~Belinda Behne




Is it really the end of the world?


it's ok when things fail

it's not the end of the world

ok maybe it is

if it were to happen when

you jumped out of a plane

~Joanne Macias




imitating the peach blossoms mexican devil

~Tejendra Sherchan




Inside out makes it more bearable.

~Dom Bond




Murky water

too deep

for me to look.

~Dom Bond




40ish


Life is half over-

     That's a real scare.

May be less-

     Some people don't care.

For a while I didn't-

     But now I know.

Life's about half over-

     Half my time to go.

~Dan Shawver



Spring morning

the fizz gone

from my cider

~Laila Brahmbhatt




pickled memories


2002

the cabernet

we mistook for love

~Terri L. French/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




leveraged lentils


firing pasta shells

in the pantry

a brigade of pinto beans

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer/Terri L. French




midnight, ripe


perimenopause

a swarm of fruit flies

drenched in moonglow

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




for years

this long silence

but still,

a stranger’s cigarette smoke

and you appear

~C. Jean Downer




dark

within the dark

malicious cells

~Maya Daneva




seeing pink silicate chains in the cotton candy...

he wasn't making it

in this happy world

~Patrick Sweeney




even if you see it 

don't say: 

a cauliflower ear descending a staircase

~Patrick Sweeney




secretly adopting some of the ascetics of the daddy-longlegs

~Patrick Sweeney




what car doors closing do to the lonely hearted

~Patrick Sweeney

 

 


my rote supplications to the God of 2-trillion galaxies

~Patrick Sweeney

 

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