Jean-Jacques Sempe's art the bittersweet taste of mocha
~Pegah
Rahmati Nezhad
Mardi Gras beads
broken and strewn—
war memorial
~Miriam
Sagan
trapped
in time
the faded colors
of prayer beads
~Stephanie
Zepherelli
March wind
my MAGA neighbor's tulips
all lean to the left
~John
J. Dunphy
Circe
When my sisters were teenagers
they’d say that like
the enchantress Circe on her island
we could turn men into pigs
in thirty seconds.
But unlike her
we couldn’t keep those swine
Imprisoned and
porcine forever.
Sadly for us they always turned back into men.
~Miriam
Sagan
Tilted Houses
So
you live in Amsterdam now.
Somber by day, out of control
at night,
it may be the perfect city for you,
but
probably not for a man your age.
The air is always damp,
and
the wind can take you down like a rotten tree.
Still, the
girls will treat you just like they did thirty years ago,
and if
anyone asks, you can claim you came here for the tulips.
~R.K.
West
some old women are annoyed
at their old men
who waste long minutes
in the driveway
warming up
a very old truck
but these men are patient
and will also warm up
an annoyed old woman
~Miriam Sagan
mountain
peak cairn . . .
we share
our identities
~Nicholas
Klacsanzky
gathering up
scattered fragments
of democracy
~Roberta
Beach Jacobson
Board of peace
Board of peace-
All wars unite.
~Partha
Sarkar
Soft red lights
Turning the moon
Into a cherry
~Sarah
Mahina Calvello
The
lone temple
The
lone temple in the vast deserted field.…
The unwanted solemn signature of no worshipers.
~Partha
Sarka
One who goes
One
who goes everywhere
goes nowhere.
~Partha
Sarkar
To
My Brother or Sister Whom I Devoured in Utero
such hunger
to the victor
coffin
or urn
~dan smith
goingnowherestuckbetweenpushandpull
~Stephanie
Zepherelli
rose
stamens endless nonsensical thoughts
~Nicholas Klacsanzky
plum
blossoms uncurling the hope of hope
~Nicholas Klacsanzky
Ducks
gather ruffling some feathers
~Sarah
Mahina Calvello
the
funeral of a god unraveling sandstone
~Nicholas
Klacsanzky
when i was dracula's wife
i
found no joy except in
the moments i was alone.
~linda
m. crate
human monsters
not
all monsters
have fangs,
one lesson i have
learned all too
well.
~linda
m. crate
ai is just theft
of other artists and writers
yet somehow worse as
it bares only remnants
of the root and no knowledge.
~linda
m. crate
Ornette grooves we listen harmolodic
~dan smith
(Previously published in Jerry Jazz Musician)






