Morning of April 6, 2025

 


diagnosis

an unanticipated

shift in the wind

~words and image Kelly Sauvage Moyer




Monday morning mood Ctrl+Alt+Del

~Maria Tosti




ember leaves

beneath the ice

still flames

~Gareth Nurden




all the ways to say

Hands Off

I’ve lost count

~Jennifer Gurney




An invitation from a morgue


An invitation from a grave

And I accept it

for my resurrection.

~Partha Sarkar




from behind

the stone wall

incoherence

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




starving plants

guzzle moonlight

empty calories

~Nick De Marino




fractals uncurl

skyward

on ancient arms

~Nick De Marino




on the sidewalk

a lizard overtakes me

and leads me ahead

~Tejendra Sherchan




Frosted sugar

On suspended ice—

Life, and afterlife.

~Laila Brahmbhatt




peace treaty

one with nothing left to give,

one with no urge to take

~M. R. Pelletier




Planting flowers

Suddenly my backyard

Is botanical

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Surprising

Fondness for ghosts

Memory lane

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




throwing

shade on trade

guess who

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




deep

in the software

inedible bugs

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




ARE YOU THERE SPECTRUM?

 

Twosome concrete slabs

Regimen walloped by strike

Mutism deluge.

~Zoé Mahfouz




triptych


driving home

from a double shift

flat tire(d)



school bus(t)

dealer arrested while

copying homework



white trash(ed)

their klan robes now gray

from fiery cross smoke

~John J. Dunphy




fishing report

I ask the blue heron

what he’s biting on

~AJ Johnson




mattress sale

we pay our respects

to George and Abe

~AJ Johnson




piece work

the robot hands me

another missed weld

~AJ Johnson




our lives – nothing more

than yesterday’s newspapers

caught in a hedgerow

~Malcolm Highfield




my anger

nibbling time

from the edge of life

~Malcolm Highfield




pants optional

sunbathing

with the skinks

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer



 

dominion

the delusions

of bipedal mammals

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer



 

mimicking

the orbit of my pancreas

rogue stars

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




art . . .

I crawl through the frame

to breathe

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

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