trees
feel the wind sun and rain
can't
hear the screams
~dan smith
When I promised I'd make you
a good husband, I didn't
mean
it would be me
~Richard Magahiz
the headless camel dropped its load
then slipped into a crack
~Richard Magahiz
half past midnight
the day spooled out
from
backup
~Richard Magahiz
Epilogue
I read the book
Page by page.
At last, I think
The end revisits
For
a new beginning.
~Pravat Kumar Padhy
red stained floor
on the slab
allies
lie bleeding
~Melissa Dennison
Super Wolf Moon
my growing aversion
to
the color orange
~Jackie Chou
poetry reading
the expanding belly
of
a round robin
~Jackie Chou
mockingbird song
she pretends to know me
more
than myself
~Jackie Chou
after the wildfires
the poke of debris
under
my soles
~Jackie Chou
where the sky
meets the mountains
and the sea
the thin line between
friend
and enemy
~Jackie Chou
On a Summer Day
The packed elevator
was stuck between floors
so the hot passengers
had
to face the muzak.
~Gloria
Parker
Greenland
modern
Vikings
attracted by the name
~Douglas J. Lanzo
stop-loss
orders
what politicians crave
to staunch poll
bleeding
~Douglas J. Lanzo
singularity
AI stock trader
buys breakout stocks
~Douglas J.
Lanzo
Berry pie
Too fresh
For
its own good
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
groove worn deep
in the shape of my thumb
worry
stone
~Jennifer Gurney
standing on the shore
searching the horizon
for
answers
~Jennifer Gurney
Duh
Perfection
is the
enemy
of good
that wins
every time
because
it’s
perfection.
~Chad Parenteau
ravaging
her beauty scabies
~Tejendra Sherchan
wild
cherry honey a bitch's love
~Tejendra Sherchan
secure
in the knowledge of super-glue
~Michael Henry Lee
righting as many
wrongs as possible
upside
down cake
~Michael Henry Lee
biting us
in the name of democracy
for decades...
the snake trapped
in
a spider's web
~Tejendra Sherchan
right-side up
in an upside down world
hanging
flowers
~Albert Schlaht
a sudden gust
takes his foul air
and moves it along—
fleeing
pigeons
~Albert Schlaht
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