Evening of December 27, 2022


Minus ten degrees outside, inside I ice a fractured wrist.


~Nolcha Fox



the full moon casts a blue color on a broken heart

~Nani Mariani



Creepy baby, crawl


up the window, hang from the ceiling,

with sinister smile and demon eyes.

They locked you up this Halloween.

But you will escape by late spring 

to eat flies.


And tourists.

~Nolcha Fox



         new year starts

   with the same stupidity 

           and continues 

   with the same stupidity

~Rupa Anand



Thoughts are disheveled

and so is my hair.

Ends split for cover

hiding under blankets,

cowering from light.

~Nolcha Fox



Why am I


not what the world sees?

How long before

the monster in the mirror

becomes this failed me?

~Nolcha Fox



clashing

with my Hawaiian shirt

his vacation plans

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



Where I’m going I

bring only what I need

a portion of me

suitcase full

of nothing, empty

of embrace, I simply

chase down a corridor

waiting to return

to the me I left behind

~Julie A. Dickson



staycation every room comes with a cat

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



                new year meows

            not the same old kibble again? 

         aren’t we getting something new?

              ~Rupa Anand


Evening of December 24, 2022


Nervous Days


Nervous days

lead to a breakdown,

such are the results,

a day or days I do not

long for. This is a

path filled with dread.

I count to ten forward

and backward. I say to her,

my muse, why do roses die?

~Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal



in tropical realms

where scorpions love sneakers

shake well before use

~James Penha



Walking Along in Silence

Walking alone in silence.

It was the perfect day.

My foot arches felt no pain.

The sun shone brightly in the sky.

Birds provided the music.

I had no need to use my voice.

~Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal



In the scent of ordure birthing,

refugees in pregnant pause,

am I ready for the holy,

recognised, unlikely shift,

or is faith, unstable, moving,

powerless baby, needing love?

Hosts, it seems, are all around us,

but we wait for glory’s shine;

realise the kingdom waiting

for those sitting in the dark.


~Stephen Kingsnorth



fashion parade

all my childhood

insecurities

~Mona Bedi



for years

playing hide and seek

me with myself

~Ram Chandran



the Lord exists

as disembodied

whatever to my

whateverness

~Wayne Burke



candle

                  d

                      r

                          i

                             p  

                                s

 a  lavender

scented pool

~Linda Ludwig