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

Afternoon of March 9, 2024

d r i f t i n g  fog

I try to touch it—

see what it knows

how enchanting

to be

intangible

~Sharon Ferrante

beauty behind bars

the well-composed face

of the cello

~Robert Witmer

broken peace symbol

without a leg

to stand on

~Robert Witmer

void context screaming out of burned down kibbutz

~Roman Lyakhovetsky

clueless he's already

immortalized in my senryu-

the road bully

~Roman Lyakhovetsky

a moth

asleep

in the spider's hammock

~Robert Witmer

a lobster boiling, unaware

of course

death has many names

~Tiffany Elise

the ways we hate why the moon hides

~Tiffany Elise

a human

but also

an orchid

~Tiffany Elise

to feel peace

again

poppies bloom

~Tiffany Elise

ginger in my tea

and ginger in my ale too

never too much gin...   ger.

~Charles A. Perrone

the noiseless tenor of his way

playing second fiddle

in a one-man band

~Robert Witmer

a few ducks on thin ice quacking

~Robert Witmer

a giant flag

full of wind

used cars

~Robert Witmer

on the edge

of my universe

I push return

~Sharon Ferrante

Evening of March 5, 2024

Thought Experiment

the

chrome

clockwork

Buddha rose

trailing flowering

vines it took to the open road

how many miles to nirvana it asked all it met

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

The land that is behind me.

Walking to the corner shop

and back.

~Mark Gilbert

artificial rose—

her face conforms

to society's norms

~Mark Gilbert

hunger moon needing dough

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

hobo jungle midnight coyote howl

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

Dog Park Theology

The gate is open.

You can go in

if you are good.

~Noah Berlatsky

this

lump

below

my shoulder

a wire in my heart

in ancient days I'd be long dead

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

no longer suicidal

the 70-year-old now content

just to wait

~John J. Dunphy

human geography

searching

for the sweet spot

~Mark Gilbert

                                               

soaring above

our neighbors' MAGA flag
                                         

a rainbow kite

~John J. Dunphy

wharf is not a dock

wharves are not some landing strips

both are more mystery

~Charles A. Perrone

My Favorite Monster

Comes out only at night

Has glowing red eyes

Is 20 feet tall

(six meters)

Breathes radioactive fire

Only stomps Billy's house

And Ed's, a little bit

Never forgets Monster's Day at school

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

men with guitars

passing their emotions

thru an amp

~Mark Gilbert

“happy next birthday”

he knows something

you don't

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

america,

artless

art

~Mark Gilbert

To Do List

Write a poem

~Noah Berlatsky