Wind
Chimes
~Michael Lee Johnson
The wind chimes,
silver-tongued
on the balcony today,
different sounds—
cool, metallic laughter—
in all different directions.
My thoughts chase
after
them
~Michael Lee Johnson
graveside service
blowing across the cemetery
a
dropped tissue
~John J. Dunphy
swallowing
fear a biscuit afraid for the throat
~Peter Jastermsky
this
could be anything what she meant by unfocused
~Peter Jastermsky
Cat Story Problem
Shave the cat.
From the fur make another cat.
The cat eats the fur.
The cat coughs it up.
The cat eats the hairball.
How many cats do you have?
One cat around all the cats.
You
have to shave it to find out.
~Noah Berlatsky
X-Files
the need to believe
in
humanity
~Joanna Ashwell
three wishes
from the Genie
rain
becoming prayer
~Joanna Ashwell
forgetting my own name
no box check
for
an eclipse
~Joanna Ashwell
I
couldn't stop being me, so I left the room, the town, and the
country
~Patrick Sweeney
we're
the family that talks all at once
about six different things
in
three languages
~Patrick Sweeney
high above my supervisor's imperatives,
I'm
racing a gray squirrel across the power line
~Patrick Sweeney
my dentist Theseus
got lost in the labyrinth
of my mouth, with
out a thread of dental floss
to
guide him home
~Oliver Kleyer
made up
of the star-stuff
cosmos
within me
~Tejendra Sherchan
Bridging the gap
feeling the winds sway
as I hold on by a thread
there is no reprieve -
how long can I bridge the gap
before
it all falls apart
~Joanne Macias
funeral rites
we wonder why the fisherman
never
throws them back
~John Hawkhead
squirming maggots
the dictator’s soul goes
its separate ways
~John Hawkhead
release
of UFO files
drone light shows
before they existed
~Douglas
J. Lanzo
calm
down a little we’re all in a rush pouring more coffee
~Sarah
Mahina Calvello
rose-colored
reality in the rose garden
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
clock
ticking shape of kimono tea under the moon
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
ice-cream vendor
his name
a tax haven
marchand de glaces
son nom
un
paradis fiscal
~Marie Derley
before it falls—
a beaver hears
the tree
~Kimberly Kuchar
I got nothin…
a mason jar empty
of
fireflies
~Sharon Ferrante
Revolution
Is
a revolution in the end a good mother?
~Partha Sarkar
banyan roots —
a
tale that started
eons ago
~Mona Bedi
sea
washed rocks what life makes of us
~Mona Bedi
window
seat I enter the clouds
~Mona Bedi
old
age the length of an empty day
~Mona Bedi
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