Morning of September 20, 2022

cat tail

i wish we could talk...

we can, 

even if we only

scratch the surface

~Pat Geyer

dust bunnies

playing hide-and-seek …

I hide they seek

~Bonnie J Scherer

powering

a new fuel source

magic beans

~C.X. Turner

cinnamon-scented

the void baked into her

                      

                 muffin tin

~Kelly Moyer

evening hour

in the back garden

i solve myself

~Richa Sharma

      holy leaves

growing caterpillars

      the new year

~Jerome Berglund

flat stones in a childhood game the stingray's disk

~Amoolya Kamalnath

bit the pillow down in nine seconds

~Robert Fleming

leaving Alabama

 

on the highway

a flattened armadillo

 

between

one state

and the next

~Keith Evetts

waking up Weltschmerz

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

home from the store...

in a brown bag

a brown recluse

~Pat Geyer

(in)festival

~Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

death by magic fairy tales

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Afternoon of September 17, 2022

chair, occasionally

~petro c.k.

the kafkaesqueness of a cockroach pacing the bedroom

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

Ukraine

a yearning

for the mundane

~Keith Evetts

night rain

an inverted bucket

somewhere

~Daipayan Nair

lab rats

teach each other

to open their cages

silence follows

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

beauty contest for plastic mannequins

~Mircea Moldovan

obsessed with flamingos snowbird

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

artistic detachment

the tilt

of her mushroom cap

~Kelly Moyer

morning dawns

the tide goes out...

fools rush in

~Pat Geyer

collect your ashes; make tea

~Luke Brannon

decaying matter of fact in the frozen account

~John Hawkhead

my landline call twenty years too late

~Bonnie J Scherer

she wolf the cold blue of dawn

~John Hawkhead

phantom flea the itch is real

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

pelican't

~petro c.k.

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  

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       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