Afternoon of July 11, 2025

 

A Day in the Life

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




Fugitive Psalm


We prayed so hard

the statue cracked

and the rats poured out singing.

~Kristina Warlen




ONEWORD

~Mykyta Ryzhykh




Inflation of words

~Mykyta Ryzhykh




together we watch sixteen sunrises space travellers

~Tejendra Sherchan




foetal spooning in shared DNA


~John Hawkhead




breaking the wishbone another left hook

~John Hawkhead




a buzzword repeated the merit of margarine

~Bob Moyer


 

potted tomato picked from the shotgun rubble

~Bob Moyer




stage left the lingering curtains of neglect

~Bob Moyer




anti-stress ball as a substitution for someone's neck


~Martina Matijević




thunderstorm wind now delivering branches right in front of your doorstep

~Martina Matijević




Thousands of turnpike accidents I've never been in

~Patrick Sweeney




I could see it, because it didn't belong to me

~Patrick Sweeney




I'm the boy who left the schwa in the air above her wimple

~Patrick Sweeney




...but they said they'd let me know when the next book club meeting would be...

~Patrick Sweeney



 

Communion


I bit into the wax fruit and bled.

God watched from the cupboard

with his mouth sewn shut.

~Kristina Warlen


 


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