rooster crows
at noon...
the globe spins
~Kavita Ratna
clay models
of herbivores and carnivores
living in harmony
~Tejendra Sherchan
hot road
the dancing beard of a
goat
~Kavita Ratna
alas, words were exchanged -
some heard, some unheard,
some understood, others not so much
but, each damned
each piercing
each more condemned than the other...
~Allen David Simon
cemetery visit . . .
the cell reception
lives on
~Barrie Levine
broken Barbie
both of us in need of
knee replacements
~Barrie Levine
Hoover
Can be a noun
and a verb.
Wound & vac are
two words that
should never be
side by side.
Troubleshooting
that machine
is trouble.
Dam!
~Keith Snow
World of dewdrops
Wrap around geraniums
Surviving cold
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
Put me down
In history
People are stranger
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
This room
Full of empty space
I need to be loud
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
Down we go
Alice
Seasons change
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
Overdue Notice
Your final embrace was due January first. You
have missed several terms already. The cost
goes up each year, and standard interest
rates apply. The sooner you comply
with outstretched arms, the more
forgiveness you will merit.
Do not tarry, for death
will not settle.
~Carol Barret
Discovery
I approach through a tunnel of Lodgepole Pine, needles
underfoot. As I climb the last dune before sea grass
disappears, the ocean turns up the volume. I see
miles north and south. A dog trots alongside a red truck.
Another leads his master’s yellow van, almost pulling it
through sand and broken shells, eager to elongate the sun.
Few walkers about. One bent man in a dark hood
carries a blue bag, pokes his stick with each stride.
He does not scan the waves, but stops to assess
a rib of driftwood, as if yearning for a lost child.
~Carol Barret
my gel pen
stays silent
drought
~Shasta Hatter
new spice mix
at the supermarket
a small adventure
~Shasta Hatter
We
can't fix a car
with a hammer or obtain
Peace by making
war
~Sasha Clark
I
love to express
myself in the dancing words
of poetry song
~Sasha Clark
physicists say
ninety six percent
of universe is made up of
something we don't know
maybe it's love
~Tejendra Sherchan
a cosmogony wherein
the hit-and-run driver always returns
to Vogdes Street
~Patrick
Sweeney
so far off topic
that neither one of us knew what
we were originally discussing
~Patrick
Sweeney
sorry I'm late,
missed an eyelet
had to relace
~Patrick
Sweeney
her passing clouds stop
~John Hawkhead
every hand raised but mine
~Patrick
Sweeney
(g)hostess with the mostess
~Barrie Levine
the rayed arc of Friday night
--71 movies in progress and eleven unread tomes in the Western canon
~Patrick
Sweeney
body popping a blister pack of blows
~John Hawkhead
at the Nimitz Library
it just got easier for cadets to avoid reading
about
the Holocaust
~Patrick Sweeney
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