Afternoon of December 18, 2023

Can insomnia

keep up with jet lag?

~Noah Berlatsky

My compost pile

is full of tiny staples

strings and teabag tags.

~Terry Trowbridge

Smash into powder

the coffee beans

exposed to open air

overnight hardens.

~Fhen M.

i  se n r yu  k

u k i ah

~Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

The Cleveland School of Advanced Outlaw Poetics

screw 'em

if they can't

take a joke

~dan smith

our multi-faith home

the candles for

Hanukkah, Christmas and solstice

all set ablaze from

the same box of matches

~John J. Dunphy

why me–

next door neighbors

hang flashing lights

~Jennifer Gurney

veteran's nativity set

one of the wise men

missing a leg

~John J. Dunphy

transporting a team

of Alaskan reindeer

to the Philly Zoo

Rudolph with his nose so bright

upgraded to first class

~Bonnie J Scherer

Christmas Eve live nativity

the smallest angel

keeps yawning

~John J. Dunphy

modern

gifts of the Magi–

delivery from Amazon

~Jennifer Gurney

outdoor Christmas carolers

Silent Night followed by

a coyote howl

~John J. Dunphy

spring tulips

winter cacti

autumn roses

summer rains

everything around is waiting

for the end of the world

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal)

ants warm their belly under

the sun like a giant

organs crawl out from

their own disgrace

eve of the last war

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal)

smoke cloud

the teddy loses

its only eye

~Arvinder Kaur

war destruction

in my hometown

cicadas cry

~Arvinder Kaur

Afternoon of December 14, 2023

 

i exist 

i walk past the bar

with my nerves

on high alert,

wishing that i didn't

need to feel so 

threatened simply because

i exist.

~linda m. crate 

orchids & ginger


my only request

is for orchids and ginger

on my breakfast table

no one here but me

and my omelet of wishes

~mark s kuhar

full moon hike

my cautious friend

applies sunscreen

~John J. Dunphy

In the dark room, moths saunter

on my bright cellphone screen.

~Fhen M.

his cute gnarled fist

in the midst of springtime mist

frightens some away

~Charles A. Perrone

these flaming feathers 

you are the vampire,

i am the flame;

this little phoenix will

burn you until your

ashes never rise again.

~linda m. crate 

self-talk when the artist is fat phobic:

i am a work of art,

one of a kind;

irreplaceable—

a worthy muse of any

capable artist.

~linda m. crate 

bones


the bones of trees

against a fire-soaked sky

today, work. tomorrow, work.

~mark s kuhar