Morning of September 17, 2022

out of her hair

itchy fleas and nagging

relatives

~A.J. Anwar



Bite
My meal means maelstrom in the mouth,

strange sense, secretions by the buds,

aromas acting as they should,

trigger to tingle under tongue,

sharp shooting zest to meet the test,

those first incisors, firebrand taste,

tandoori chicken, bite of breast.

~Stephen Kingsnorth



flea leaves dog

to find himself . . .

only finds me

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



worm moon

his snoring crawling

into our ears

~Minal Sarosh



Sickle
An itch is scratchy, such a nerve,

      prolonged by scratching, itchy more,

the cycle that keeps earth alive,

      sickle on to stooks, stacks, grain,

but why such happy miller’s song,

if garnered future soon laid waste?

~Stephen Kingsnorth



sickle moon

mother’s angry look

when I am late

~Minal Sarosh

 


digging up a resemblance

doll's face

~Richa Sharma



               on

         rainy days

  the umbrella grasps 

               me

                by

               the

             handle

~Bonnie J Scherer



in the dark

beyond the cellar door...

long legs crawl

through the cobwebs

of a hidden life

~Pat Geyer

Evening of September 13, 2022

space landing

the sentient being

recognises me

~C.X. Turner



reshuffle—

Pluto now just Mickey’s

dog

~A.J. Anwar



The Nah-Nah Men
They soak themselves

with cloying cologne

and head out towards

the twilight zone.

Once in the bars

they shine like gems:

the avatars of ATMs.

~Frank William Finney



dark silence and then the scream of stars

~Joseph P. Wechselberger



subtle curve of a planet

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



all those stars…

the everlasting cold

of the Second Law

~Keith Evetts



Orange exopla(net)

raisins in cratered porridge—

goldilocks orbit.

~Damon Hubbs



global warming

help arrives

from another planet

~C.X. Turner



dividing line

we walk on either side

of the night

~Richa Sharma

Morning of September 13, 2022

vultures:

     the party

          in their eyes

~A.J. Anwar



twisted path of a fly in my eye

~Mircea Moldovan



moss

how the green spreads

in his eyes

~Minal Sarosh




in sects

the rest of us sometimes

crushable…

~A.J. Anwar



Aztec

death whistles

the screams

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



dry bones the rattle of her wondertale

~Kelly Moyer



pseudopodia swish-swashing

~Amoolya Kamalnath



rusted lock

a whisper answers

the knock

~Arvinder Kaur



when 

your name 

comes up on 

your caller ID 

dare to answer 

~Todd Matson 



3D printing my fears

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



with all good intentions stinging nettle

~Arvinder Kaur



barbaric barber the shave

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



insomnia –  

the beach 

where dreams 

invade consciousness 

~Todd Matson



the rabbit

at the end

of the poem

~Luke Brannon

Morning of September 12, 2022

death and pestilence

served with a side order


of bittersweet chocolate


~Lafcadio



Gallows Café

Take your biscotti--

it’s time to go:

I hear the hammers

banging.


Hurry it up

and finish your cup:

I’d hate to be late

for the hanging.

~Frank William Finney



Constellations 

of bluebottles 

infuriate the future

~Christian Ward



pruning my fear into a lion-shaped topiary

~Lafcadio



waxing moon

crushed tall boys dot

the playscape

~Melanie Alberts



my reflection

 
in a cup of tea


offers me a cup

~Lafcadio



frost on the window --

pulling strands of silver hair

out of the plughole

~Keith Evetts



bike path--

everybody watching out

for the rapist

~Ruth Holzer



silent mosquito

alighting on my forearm

its gift left behind

~Brian Barnett



gnats swarm loud sunlight

~Mariel Herbert



one size

fits all--

I.C.U. bed

~Ruth Holzer



Relay of Love: for Helena Qi Hong

Living on the opposite sides of

The world, we take turns to go

To bed, each waking up

To become part of the other

In the same dream, even

About the same moment

Day & night

Though, alas, on different beds

In different time zones

~Changming Yuan



helping Bob 

the demogorgon with

summoning Pazuzu

the final project,

but first: cupcakes

~Richard Magahiz



childhood travels

paddling the wheel of

a sewing machine

~Daipayan Nair



pastorale

high precision missiles

miss the bull

~Keith Evetts



bull

I imagine him

not charging

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Morning of September 10, 2022

red radio hat

picking up lo-fi music

from mars

~Kimberly Kuchar



status quo(te)

what's on

my mind

your own business

facebook

~Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo



long drive

she replays the song

I press to skip

~Daipayan Nair



retirement

a crap plaque

with my name wrong

~Ruth Holzer



children duck their heads

an occasional spurt 

of godhead

makes the governors 

quail

~Richard Magahiz



oops my

Cheerio  

               o

                   o                          

                     o  o      

                    o o  o     oo     

              o  o  o         o          o  o

                  o  o           o  o            o

              o oo      o    o   o         o

       o o     o o   o        o              oo    o's

~petro c.k.



transcendent skies the

hue of Dawn dish detergent

buy one, get none

~Richard Magahiz



new skin cream—

her wrinkles are gone

along with her face

~Kimberly Kuchar

Morning of September 8, 2022

please william tell of the boy beneath the apple

~Robert Witmer



nostalgia back when i was kerouac

~Kelly Moyer



foaming mad algorithm

~Keith Evetts



obsolescence in conversation nonetheless

~Kelly Moyer



rowing ashore why not revolt

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



old flame she breathes hot polythene

~John Hawkhead



moon soon rains coming of age

~Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo



disparate ballistics the time it took to lay the tracks

~Robert Moyer



Grief is buried under the floorboards

~Christian Ward



non-linear thus kept for observation

~Kelly Moyer



too soon to be Episcopalian

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Afternoon of September 7, 2022

testing their thick skin

    unknown

        night creatures

            snapping

my dragon fruit

~Tuyet Van Do



river shadows slapping gnats

~Keith Evetts



centipede llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllegs

~petro c.k.



a north wind blows the alley cat round the corner

~Robert Witmer



until I’m fully awake hooting owl

~Reid Hepworth



Dahomey

Fantastical cawed the macaw,

An opium dream in his beak,

A tail as long as a lamppost,

A laugh as loud as the shriek

Of the ladies with lizards and ghost fruit

Bats dangling under the eaves

Of their bungalows, under the leaves

Of the banyan, lithe ladies who

Look to the Amazons

Filing their teeth in the night.

~Robert Witmer



illicit corroboration rat feet scuttle in the empty walls

~Robert Moyer



raucous crows the chainsaw

~Keith Evetts



ticking time bomb bee's butt on the pink lips

~Amoolya Kamalnath



just happening to be a bumblebee

~Keith Evetts



muted light years in dragons

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



werewolf behind any of these trees

~Keith Evetts

Afternoon of September 4, 2022

bouillabaisse

a waiter serves

the origin of species

 
~Keith Evetts


 

bamboo flute with oyster sauce

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



the boys, the boys

you tell me how

many brothers I have


as if such a thing

would tumble about

in my brain


and confuse you

~Shasta Hatter




The moon has been replaced by wolf’s teeth

~Christian Ward



dinosaurs gone

hole in the ocean floor

seen from space

~Bob Carlton

 

 

The half-submerged pier

an understudy for sea monsters

~Christian Ward



Just Above Gravity

And it is asteroids flashing

in some nanosecond of vision

that compels me

to the vast planet wasteland

where the air requires additional oxygen.

The need to explore beyond -

requires no allegiance

to order as it is known.

That you wish to come with me is in itself

an extraterrestrial enigma.

~R. Gerry Fabian



friend on the phone

guides me to Mars

alone in city sky

~Shasta Hatter



a degree

from the best

university

 

I point

the lawn sprinkler

 

the wrong way

~Keith Evetts



the atoms

of our half-truths

collide with

the science of lies

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



rhinestone studded hat

organically grown

for bus riding

~Shasta Hatter



desirable dandelion if not so many

~Keith Evetts



no more pretending check please

~Roberta Beach Jacobson