Morning of December 17, 2022


blinking so quick

perhaps what’s left of us

of the insect

~Daniel Birnbaum



breathing into

her own bubble...

another orbit

~Kavita Ratna



shadow

move with the sun

i myself

~Nani Mariani



five thousand mile flight

the goose in me

takes wing

~Harrison



improvising

expressing his feelings

through the plectrum

~Mark Gilbert



ache

(intransitive verb) 1a: to suffer a usually dull persistent pain, the way my teeth ache when you smile sweetly at me, and I know that means you’re lying. Again. 1b: to become distressed or disturbed (as with anxiety or regret) because I suspect you slipped and fell into another man’s bed. 1c: to feel compassion for that poor schmuck who doesn’t know he’s tangled in your web. 2: to experience painful eagerness or yearning that you’ll prefer the taste of your new love, and suck the life out of him. Instead of me.

~Nolcha Fox



winter storm

frozen solid

with anxiety

~Kimberly Kuchar



there is too

much dust

to glue myself

together

~Luke Brannon



Captive Elephant

Legs thick as tree trunks on concrete

Wonder how freedom might feel

Gray beast sways in sorrow

~Julie A. Dickson



uniforms this prison or that

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



Spitfire circling my sinews remember the war

~Mark Gilbert



broken glass

the festive spirit

of the cat

~Kimberly Kuchar



proud of his scar

he doesn't like to talk

about it

~Mark Gilbert



another gray sky

selecting

a funeral outfit

~Kimberly Kuchar



bagpipes playing

today she meets

her ancestors

~Kimberly Kuchar


Morning of December 15, 2022


silence is a voice too

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



coffee house open mic

poet's reading hissed by

the espresso machine

~John J. Dunphy



seventh of Advent

locked in his snow globe

Santa Claus

~Françoise Maurice



Near Genius

is like going to the amusement park,

without an all day pass

you see the blinking lights,

hear laughter

and everyone assumes you

are having a great time

except you

can't ride the rides.

~Keith Snow



each dust mote theoretically could be a world

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



misunderstood sasquatch hides among the tiny toads

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



          Puzzled

Why we have so many cross-

words, a KenKen of emotions

that never gets solved

I add one and one

you get eleven.

A jigsaw where we need

to fill in the missing,

pieces, only you

can put in place.

~Keith Snow



the last twist

of a wheel brace

sunset


~Daipayan Nair



To Be Human

We are all Medusa now,

heads sprouting wiry

snakes and eyes

that dare not open

to the world lest

we see how fate

has turned our ❤️s

to stone.

~James Penha



Year went terribly.

Much cold.

Little wealth.

Beyond fragile.

The supreme

achievement:

rest.

~Jessica Swafford



alley wall

a chalked epitaph above

the dead derelict

~John J. Dunphy