Evening of February 25, 2023

 

I woke up twice on the same page

~Patrick Sweeney



the inevitability of mass cards in bureau drawers

~Patrick Sweeney



as above so the devil in her eggs

~Kelly Moyer



bottomfeeders assigning value to the moon

~Kelly Moyer



honest eye the thumbprint of a weasel

~Kelly Moyer



I knew I 'd gone on too long about Dostoyevsky when she began to clip her toenails

~Patrick Sweeney



their thoughts of me before I arrived

~Patrick Sweeney



the win loss record of the coach who taught me to read

~Patrick Sweeney



Somebody blew up Mars.

Blame the woodpecker at sun-up,

old phone books clogging our landfills,

this electric golf cart without instructions.

Both Emma Bovary and Anna Karenina

deserve special blame.

There are factory worker

jobs as stake, people.

~Richard Magahiz



eggs over-easy but marriage’ll do that

~Kelly Moyer


bullshit knee-deep in rose petals

~Kelly Moyer

 


cringe factor solving for why

~Kelly Moyer




fitting my nothingness into the four-and-a-half-mat room

~Patrick Sweeney



beachcomber   at the fragile conjunction of relentless forces

~Patrick Sweeney



mystical snowfall undermining the recommendation system's algorithms

~Patrick Sweeney



feathering the line between breaking and broken

~Kelly Moyer


still life the absence of echoes

~Kelly Moyer

Evening of February 23, 2023

 

pleasure of snow

in Bali there is none

if you get my drift

~James Penha



February snowstorm

snow plows rumble, 4 a.m.

over roads of thought

~Wayne F. Burke



melting me snow

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



When all the world seems

To be in love with each other

And I am alone

~Jennifer Gurney



The dog licks


my face to see

if I am breathing.

If I’m not,

she’ll bug her daddy

for food.

~Nolcha Fox



she struggles

to write

just enough

~Sharon Ferrante



high-end church

all its baptismal water

Evian

~John J. Dunphy



a spritz

of extra virgin olive oil

before her date

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



after

the speed

the sound

~Sharon Ferrante



2 men talking out of my

nose as I wake to morning's

gibberish

~Wayne F. Burke