She didn't know she was writing a masterpiece—
only sharing something she couldn't keep to herself
~Patrick Sweeney
lazy river, the velvety touch of a name brand paper towel
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
This city runs on iced coffee and raw ambition
His incessant note taking was making the guests nervous
~Patrick Sweeney
The windings to and fro I no longer touch the Earth with my feet
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
Entering the forest of good listeners
~Patrick Sweeney
no pee section in a pool if politics cared about this
~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad
The town's under water
and the yellow-billed loon has zero followers
~Patrick Sweeney
new smells and colors coffee in a storm breaking through silence
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
Occluded front—meeting the local meteorologist at the post office
~Patrick Sweeney
The silence in the house of no sugar bowl
~Patrick Sweeney
status wars a relationship in remission
~Arvinder Kaur
He's stuck on the third wish
~Patrick Sweeney
ataraxia
until a fly
finds my nose
finds my nose
~Arvinder Kaur
everyone says
I'll never forget
I'll never forget
so & so or such & such
but they do
till the only thing
they can't forget
is how much
they keep forgetting
~dan smith
~dan smith
long-married couple
now separated at
the homeless shelter
~John J. Dunphy
cliff's edge
we cinch our hoods
against the yodel of rain
land snails
accelerating into the curve
of her long bones
mother tongue
the apple
of her oyster fork
~Kelly Sauvage Moyer
bubbling up
from the tine marks
dissent
No!
Sitting in the studio,
I am a model
for a surrealist painter;
apple branches grow from my eyes,
a snake lies beneath my feet,
mushrooms sprout from the snow.
I am fleeing--
enough of war.
~Anica MarcelicWhere to Submit Your Creative Works This Month
Prune Juice Journal (theme of language)
Trash Panda (Anthropocene)
Only Human Senryu
Pulse (medical)
Post-Ku