| ~Beverly A. Tift |
in a loop dead newspaper smell antique clocks
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
November 3 . . .
ex(c)iting
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
looks like rain lets go have some birthday cake
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
Flash Flood
. . . . .
. . . . .
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
/ / / / / / /
/ / / / / / /
~Christina Chin
we the peephole
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
subway station
one paper cup
still warm
~Shivangi Sharma
El Niño
El Niño.
a new colony is to be set up on water.
~Partha Sarkar *Dream*
of an eye in an eye
in a pocket. Reach in
and where did it go?
~Noah Berlatsky
~Noah Berlatsky
Midnight
midnight desk
a small lamp
holding the dark
~Young-jin Lee
footprints of years how we cling to ritual
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
We are all one; everything
Except for snowflakes.
(Maxims have limitations.)
~Frank Conahan
you read books to find
more books to read
the goal is to never catch up
~Noah Berlatsky
This is not just a word game.
Are hands beings?
What is our defining boundary?
~Frank Conahan
what I hate
about your poem
is the best part
~Bridget Chebo Enggasser
Open now for submissions: Fugu Soup (Issue 2)
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Open now for submissions: smols poetry journal
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