Evening of November 28, 2022

 

a wiggler amidst the orthodoxy of toes


~Patrick Sweeney

Shoe Poems:

Women in Shoes

In the supermarkets of America

women are wearing shoes!

~Michael Haller

Musical Shoes

Every time you walk past me

I hear a symphony

from your shoes.

~Michael Haller

Bondage in a Shoe

I long to lace your feet

inside your shoes.

~Michael Haller

Shoe Shine

I’ll shine your shoes

with my lips.

~Michael Haller

Cinderella’s Shoe

Cinderella

needed

a shoe.

You don’t


~Michael Haller

creepy shadows

along the muddy road—

bright moon

~R.K. Singh

seeing her body

in the lingerie drying

on clothesline

~R.K. Singh

ceaseless clouds the day darkens my face

~Amoolya Kamalnath

silent musical unwritten score


~Roberta Beach Jacobson

panoramic view the spiders take advantage

~Amoolya Kamalnath

nuts and bolts

in the family tool box...

holding it together

~Kavita Ratna

 

 

the prayer hall

swallows her shrieks

heavy incense fog


~Kavita Ratna

 

even in wartime fledglings learn to fly

~Kerry J Heckman

a field mouse

skitters to its hole—

war zone

~Anna Cates

homesick for Kansas

two paper funnel clouds

taped to window

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

in the wild

inner echoes—

dragonfly


~R.K. Singh

Afternoon of November 28, 2022

Popcorn

I told her what a relief it was

that I finally extracted that shard of popcorn

that was stuck between my gum and tooth

for three days

 

and she asked me,

what’s someone your age doing

eating popcorn?

I’d hate to see her reaction

if I still drank beer and smoked cigars.

~John Tustin

stuffed with blood

the flea takes a catnap

~Mona Iordan

the old attic

bunnies of dust going at me

from every corner

~Mona Iordan

circling the drain   red fish, blue fish, silverfish
 

~Reid Hepworth 

my fault your fault St Andreas tremor

~Wanda Amos

taproot of the low-lying spurge

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

clouds my isolation

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

the world as usual cemetery silence

~Arvinder Kaur

I didn’t order the cat in the box,

But it is too late to send her back.

~Beth Gulley

Cognitive Decline

I try to keep up with the news,

read poetry

and write poems almost every night;

plus, I’ve tried to get back into novels

and I do crossword puzzles, find-a-words,

play solitaire, attempt to memorize land markers,

brush up on obscure history

but I don’t think it’s working –

my brain still atrophies.

~John Tustin

a kiss of hymn

prayers we regurgitate

from tales by moonlight

casting magic spells

on charms

~Christina Chin / Uchechukwu Onyedikam

she wants to be a galaxy when she grows up
 

~ Patrick Sweeney 

 

 

covered with leaves expert in a dying field
 

~petro c.k.

 

 

meeting the Wallenda who wouldn't risk it

~Patrick Sweeney

drunk farmers

in the pub's door

scarecrow

~Mircea Moldovan

 

 

Afternoon of November 27, 2022

 

garlic

an old wives' tale

in the tenor's breath

~Robert Witmer

jasmine soap...

grandma scrubs

her water buffalo

~Vibha Malhotra

 

the seed she planted his idea

~Kelly Moyer

 

big bang god should have called the gas company

~Jim Krotzman

 

winter sun mangoes from elsewhere

~Kelly Moyer

pondering his fate

the turkey and I …

he pardons me

~Bonnie J Scherer

the aurora borealis

of her eyes

where low tide used to be

~Jim Krotzman

 

 

family planning

we adopt

a more precise vocabulary

~Kelly Moyer

 

Loaded on coffee

beans and lattes,

he fractures his fiction,

shards puncture his lies.

A policeman pulls him over

for alphabet pollution

and no license to fly.

~Nolcha Fox

costs

runneth over

the world's cup

~Robert Witmer

shifting shadows...

the long, lonely walk

to the outdoor toilet

~Vibha Malhotra

Pack a big bag

and forward mail

for this guilt trip.

You’ll be gone

for the rest

of your life.

~Nolcha Fox