Afternoon of January 11, 2023

imaginary friend we visit the invisible zoo

~Sherry Grant

a hundred billion galaxies   this is going on your permanent record

~Patrick Sweeney

her destiny

the length

of her new year’s noodles

~Wai Mei Wong

just looking

at his pink eye

mine itches

~Randy Brooks

abandoned house

a shadow leans

on the piano

~Arvinder Kaur

I love opera

Even the high screechy parts

Those especially

~Jennifer Gurney

When the marching bands halted

And the speeches began

We found out who was in danger.

~Doug Forrest

voices in my head fighting off ads

~Sherry Grant

the only place you walked

you wanted me to be

the monster,

don't pretend to be afraid

of the darkness;

it's the only place you've ever

walked.

~linda m. crate

ticking clock

images framed in the window

run backwards

~Kavita Ratna

God Shrugs


They think I know what they don’t know

But I only know what they think

I shrug the rest off

~Pam Makin

No-name papers

Why even bother to do

The work and turn it in

~Jennifer Gurney

waiting for word

on poems I sent:

awaiting return of summer

too

~Wayne F. Burke

 

Blank Page Syndrome

words undulating

hazed as gnawing worms

on a writhing page

~Steven M. Gerson

subtext—

what matters the most

in a conversation

~Mona Bedi

lit fest

gossip of a plagiarist

getting the award

~Daipayan Nair

Che Guevara

too big

for my bookshelf

~Daipayan Nair

octopus curls

how do you do that

with your hair

~Mark Gilbert

Afternoon of January 8, 2023

navigational error the body dropped into the bomb

~Elancharan Gunasekaran

acclimate the soul to the cold concrete frequency

~Elancharan Gunasekaran

snail at the edge of the world borrowing borrowed time

~Elancharan Gunasekaran

self-exploration

not everything

is about you

~B. L. Bruce

winter moon —

the paperweight on

dad's tax return

~Daipayan Nair

epiphany

the Christmas carols

stored in the attic

~Françoise Maurice

first of January—

the year’s joys like rain

down the storm drain

~B. L. Bruce

bird of paradise

I too am flightless

winter sorrows

~B. L. Bruce

whale pods wading through the industrial smog space

~Elancharan Gunasekaran

under the snowman's hat the water rabbit

~Mircea Moldovan

synaptic systems flooded with pale ale data

~Elancharan Gunasekaran

winter sun i waited too long for ice cream

~Nani Mariani

the machine god smiles upon his brethren of chipped brains

~Elancharan Gunasekaran

scry frostbitten limbs for signs of the seventh sun

~Elancharan Gunasekaran