Morning of March 20, 2024

 

vital signs

a flea jumps

into my verse

~Cezar Ciobica



horror story

termites feasting

on the attic floor

~Jahnavi Gogoi




potter's field

on an unmarked grave

a praying mantis

~John J. Dunphy




sliver moon

a Cheshire cat

licks my halo

~Cezar Ciobica




golf course

emerging from the water hazard

a gator

~John J. Dunphy




So Sorry


The turtle is confused by Spring.

He’s in such a sorry state.

He can’t determine if

he should put out patio furniture

or insulate his shell.

~Nolcha Fox




power failure

a doll crying

for help

~Cezar Ciobica




whatever

worked for us yesterday

not working today

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




dandelion clocks

my father's

last wish

~Cezar Ciobica




identity crisis

a dandelion wonders

flower or weed?

~Jahnavi Gogoi




Life 2.0


Faster, brighter and greater

The meek can inherit the world now,


and pay later.

~David Mitchell




defunct wifi a wave of light caressing the blankness

~Arvinder Kaur




too small to recognize bras in dryer

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




cat cute cut out ou oh o zero

~Mykyta Ryzhykh




what I need now is

to be stabbed through the eye

filled with granite and stupid

autumn

~Noah Berlatsky




drought relief

a frog wedding in

the village

~Jahnavi Gogoi




group photo

a face in the last row

fades in the frame

~Arvinder Kaur




Still chirp birds

Amidst man made debris

The eternal conscience

Flouting human's development

A pride without cognition.

~Partha Sarkar




surf and turf

master of all

he can order

~Helen Buckingham




a leaf of my soul is torn off

I haven't seen sakura for a long time

I've never seen sakura

~Mykyta Ryzhykh




rock

paper

guano

~Helen Buckingham



old railroad tracks scattered in a woods

at night a train whistle

still blows

~Steve Van Allen




day moon

or spy balloon

blue sky winking

~Helen Buckingham

 


Morning of March 18, 2024




Entering

new territories



the freed market


goes door

to door

introducing itself

~Jerome Berglund




crouching on the porch

with his cellphone and cigarette

the north wind

~Joshua St. Claire




Star Face

 

E.T.’s peace gesture

say hi to my little frond

waves an olive branch

~John H. Dromey




the castle

I have been trying

to live in

has someone else

I am still trying to find out

~Biswajit Mishra




starless night

even the sky

has the blues

~Jennifer Gurney




dodo

if you need me know

where to find me

~Jerome Berglund




grief burrows

beneath my heart

hibernating inside me

until the warmth of spring

sets it free

~Jennifer Gurney




all frequencies silent

I cross another planet

off the list

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




rusted gargoyle in the dirt

~Jerome Berglund




in an empty cubicle a cake with no provenance

~Joshua St. Claire




poverty level thermal expansion

~Jerome Berglund




meaningful nonsense burled oak

~Jerome Berglund




Somebody's dearest,

I'm sure,

floating above my bed,

pressing ghostly kisses

to my lips,

but not you,

no, not you,

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




the human conditioner makes your scales shine

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




slow dance with what's left of you

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




Dead in the thermos again.

Dry truths slip right out of your head…

I need a better pitcher

and more glue.

~Noah Berlatsky




Habsburg lip

he leans back to expose

his Dior belt

~Joshua St. Claire




errant shoelace

early bird special

~Jerome Berglund


Morning of March 13, 2024

 

 

 

music festival

a squeeze of raindrops

tightens the set

~Eavonka Ettinger

 

 

 

 

live show

the condemned strums

a high voltage guitar

~Richard Magahiz




Orange Blossom Special

Garcia Lorca

at the Opry

~dan smith




the pop star's

athlete boyfriend

dipped in chili sauce

~Richard Magahiz




lecterns

on soapboxes

atop pedestals

~Richard Magahiz




ancient litter box    nine thousand Euros in truffles

~Richard Magahiz




Listen to the coat


Sultry, sultry hearts in the vapor.

No consolation for the dead

The soft glowing nectar in the cemetery that is not far

And strong the scepter when flee the ashes.


An awkward clock.


Runs as usual the ghastly cloak before it snows.

Listens to the cat the sound of a broken heart.

The day is partly cloudy, partly sunny in vain.

May it rain?

~Partha Sarkar




Ornithology of an Argument or Who You Calling a Bird Brain?

~dan smith




Only movements of

The skinny fingers,

Nothing else.

I write something but

I do not know what.

~Partha Sarkar




death sentence

finding your name

in the obituaries

~Eavonka Ettinger




late night ice cream

the changing flavors

of each season

~Eavonka Ettinger




hoarse whisperer

snoring myself into

a sore throat

~Eavonka Ettinger




pale moon eclipsing sunglasses optional

~Elliot Diamond




kick the acorn

down the street

upcycle the can

~Elliot Diamond




grinding fan just the turbulence of memories

~Mona Bedi




what life

has made of me

sea glass

~Mona Bedi

 

 

 

fortune teller’s parrot the truths we hide

~Mona Bedi

 

Afternoon of March 12, 2024

 

creekside wedding –

no mention of god

in the ceremony

~Robert Epstein




twelve disciples near grandmother's dinner table

breaking bread among her countless children

~Fhen M.




intermission–

synonym for long line

at the ladies room

~Jennifer Gurney




bioengineered

for more antioxidants

tomatoes

coloring my world

purple

~Bonnie J Scherer




Fork Fed

the ungrateful zombies.

we are out

of tea spoons

Where did they go?

~Keith Snow




in the pink of light

she turns slowly back

to moon putty

~Robert Epstein




near the end, he was even shushing spiders

~Patrick Sweeney




in this realm, I'm the laid-back neurotic and you're my Zen master

~Patrick Sweeney




passing through quantum logic gates

the water's

sound

~Patrick Sweeney




breech birth

the racket

outside

~Patrick Sweeney




Sunday cawing

I recite the noise ordinance

to no avail

~Robert Epstein




my brothers are Snickers

my sister a Heath

I’m sweet and salty

in this Candy Land

of treats

~Bonnie J Scherer




infinitely

small or large

the calculus

of our relationship

~Bonnie J Scherer




she stopped his rhetorical imperialism with a salty radish

~Patrick Sweeney

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a jellyfish

showing me

the way

~Patrick Sweeney




she's trying to purify the Myshkin in me

~Patrick Sweeney




on the rocks

my martini

and marriage

~Bonnie J Scherer




rhino(plasty) ––

losing more

than just habitat

~Bonnie J Scherer




pine cones   speak to me   of reincarnation

~Robert Epstein




she wants me to pause for oxygen and meaning

~Patrick Sweeney




in Japan

they'd call this train

empty

~Jennifer Gurney

Evening of March 9, 2024

 

charnel house

the woman

i knew myself to be

~Kelly Moyer




self-fashioning

the hang

of al pizzarelli’s coat

~Kelly Moyer




my finger becomes a pen

as I start to write

the words swallow up my arm

~James Kowalczyk




women's restroom graffiti

a friend corrects

my misspelled name

~John J. Dunphy




change of life

what i thought were fairies

simply fruit flies

~Kelly Moyer




spring forward

fall back

ouch

~Noah Berlatsky




TOMORROW HIDES


Fog erases everything

like covering the dead

so tomorrow hides

except in shadows,

feathered outlines.

End of the world

at the edge of fog?

~Diane Webster




undiagnosed

where the dreams were

killing time

~Kelly Moyer




DROUGHT


On the wall below

the broken faucet

a swatch of blue

paint reflects a puddle

for which it yearns.

~Diane Webster




face-to-face

the spider rethinks

his next move

~Madeleine Kavanagh




Rick Considers All the Angles

messy triangle

here’s looking at Euclid

for dating advice

~John H. Dromey




daily exercise

walking to the store

for snickers

~Stephanie Zepherelli




Earth is a Mother

Oldest joke we know

Earth is 4.5 Billion Years

Your mama so old

~ Silvatiicus Riddle




shell sculpture

a savior

at the seawall

~Kelly Moyer




eucharist consecrating the cannibalistic tendencies

~Kelly Moyer




aerodynamics of twin-flame turbulence

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




condolences

addressing myself

in the third person

~Kelly Moyer