monsoon dream
a flood flows back
up
a mountain
~Tejendra Sherchan
boomer-ang
Doc suggests coming back
for
dementia screening
~Adele Evershed
moldy orange
your dementia
diagnosis
~marie c lecrivain
the
morning
stillness has
a sharp edge to it
that forces me to recognize
my need for silence
will never
release
me
~marie c lecrivain
a shimmer
of wings
deep inside
the
worm's lair
~Melissa Dennison
fathoms deep
the dead eye
looking
back at me
~Melissa Dennison
inedible
my poetry
~Tejendra Sherchan
cenotaph
behind the names
other
names
~Maya Daneva
South Chicago Night
Night is drifters,
sugar rats, streetwalkers,
pickpockets, pimps,
insects, Lake Michigan perch,
sounds of Herring gulls.
Neon tubes are blinking.
Half the local streetlights
bulbs
burned out.
~Michael Lee Johnson
Jesus Was
Jesus was a poetry man.
Words were in his eyeballs,
His retina.
20-20 sight but a universal default.
Tears wept down on an old Olive tree
Or was it a dogwood tree cross?
Mystery waits out the years.
Resurrection and returns—
a
slow retail business.
~Michael Lee Johnson
at the drive-in
a screech owl
blinks
reruns
~Elliot Diamond
iridescent raindrops
on my iPhone screen
when the kitchen light flips
cockroaches
disappear
~Thomas Smith
Truth for Poets
You are only as important
as your most important
acknowledgement
~Noah Berlatsky
wolf moon
looking up
the
meaning of yiff
~Adele Evershed
hot spell—
feeling
the witch
inside
myself
~Adele Evershed
gooseberry fool—
he tries to remove
the
green from Greenland
~Adele Evershed
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