Five Fleas Itchy Poetry

record what I say asleep     some are old passwords ~Richard Magahiz   accumulations of matter that's why we da...

dream logic how a sentence ends in moss ~John Pappas autumn’s end the maple gives me a parking ticket ~John Pappas ...

    Prehibernation ~Roberta Beach Jacobson Most of Us I’m not a poet anyone will mourn, there will ...

Green Head reaching across uncanny valley from the wrong side ~Nicholas De Marino Obstruct My Vision ...

pumpkins — the world of slyboots amidst darkness ~Maria Cristina Pulvirenti blue hour moon . . . the ghost of you dancing i...