Afternoon of February 1, 2023


birds scattering my bones picked clean

~Rowan Beckett



slipstream the other me perfect

~Rowan Beckett



If/Then

If your raw id

has no executive function

to speak of

to claw through

to reach sky, then

~Harrison Fisher



cracking an egg in the sun’s hiccup

~Patricia Hawkhead



yknow i crack night like an egg

~Tiffany Shaw-Diaz



Point


Counterpointcounterpointcounter

point counterpointcounterpointcounter

point counterpointcounterpointcounter

point count them pointless!

~Keith Snow


 

Trash in the woods

         at least

I know I'm not alone

~Steve Van Allen



Marriage

Laptops

Alight, we lie and watch

Different screens side-by-side.

I don’t know where you are, but you’re

With me.

~Noah Berlatsky


 

by the hands of a cop corpse flower

~Rowan Beckett



unlearning the patriarchy no such thing as forbidden fruit

~Kerry J Heckman



to deconstruct

a butterfly

a bomb

~Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

Afternoon of January 28, 2023

 

war theatre

a shabby scarecrow

gazing at Orion

~Florin C. Ciobîcă



stray bullet

train of dark thoughts

the night comes alive

~Christopher Peys



nested together multiplication tables

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



pumpkin moon, seed in pig's nostril

~Mircea Moldovan



in front of crows' ellipsis no linguistic antecedent

~Florin C. Ciobîcă



illuminating -

the moth and the moon

casting shadows

~Katherine E Winnick



decreasing moon

the Earth's lesson

about economy

~Mirela Brailean



knowing

he’ll never look for her

there

she hides deep inside

a forest fairy tale

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



There’s a fork in the road


with the left a sure path to the meaning of life,

and the right a buffet line for the salad bar.

I choose the right because the meaning of life

might end with death, and I don’t want to die fat.

~Nolcha Fox



Rose Petals in a Dark Room

I’m but a poet of this ministry,

 

rose petals in a dark room fall.

Everyone’s life is a conflict.

 

But mine is mastery of light and neon night

and I walk behind

these footsteps of no one.

~Michael Lee Johnson



flea

the itch to write

a farewell poem

~Florin C. Ciobîcă


Evening of January 26, 2023


a love song

plays on the radio

an epilogue

about our train ride

where you get off abruptly

~Wai Mei Wong



sadness envelops

please stamp me with rainbows and

return to sender

~Eavonka Ettinger



chocolate sponge

triggers

and sensitizers

~Mark Gilbert



spent fuel rods

the mountain shifts

its posture

~John Hawkhead



fairie folk dancing

in the forest of forgets

 no one remembers

~Strider Marcus Jones



sour grapes

the last drop of

a fine whine

~Eavonka Ettinger



family photo just the dog’s tail

~Mona Bedi



annoying koi in pond wink of ceramic cat

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



in a crowd this existential crisis

~Mona Bedi



life results may vary

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



paper moon this temporary life

~Mona Bedi



Black branches of a winter tree

against a gray gray sky

gothic view worthy of Poe

~Steve Van Allen



Snowflake

first snowflake

falls


knowing

I have

nowhere to go

~Dan Flore III



marathon race

the ex-front runner speeds away

in an ambulance

~John J. Dunphy



tumbling screams

only mountain goats around

to hear

~Roberta Beach Jacobson


some words

just make me itch

    head lice

~Eavonka Ettinger



mime mistake
 
the sounds

of regret

~Herb Tate

Morning of January 24, 2023

 

  the sun slow to set

the owl gives

two hoots

~B. L. Bruce



slow night

the security guard

draws dinosaurs

~John Pappas



winter afternoon

so cold the hand

with the pen

~B. L. Bruce



without whim

writing in blue

in my little red book

~Mark Gilbert



clifftop walk

staring into the abyss

of a cell phone

~John Hawkhead



sand fleas

which way the wind blows

no shadows

~Ron Scully



dung beetles rolling in worthless fortune

~John Hawkhead



orb spinner

nets an errant fly

location, location, location

~Ron Scully



primal rain

ants break rank

and dance

~Ron Scully



days when words

will not come

the milk sours

~B. L. Bruce



forest stroll

we kick the pebble

back and forth

~John Pappas