Evening of March 12, 2023


puzzling out

the footprints in the snow

alien invasion

~Joshua St. Claire



family planning —

the awkwardness of

a relative's advice

~Daipayan Nair



a nightmare…

my red kettle

hums a lullaby

~Kavita Ratna



the crust bends    a borehole spurts syrup   

~Richard Magahiz



The cruelty of

Children can be staggering

With a single word

~Jennifer Gurney



How can a full moon

Wreak havoc on the playground

From so far away

~Jennifer Gurney



Have you ever tried

Writing a simple word and

It just looks all wrong?

~Jennifer Gurney



when these shackles

were forged, dodos wept —

O the shame

~Richard Magahiz



women's day the little old lady speaks alone

~Françoise Maurice



Indian curries

way of ghost pepper

from top to bottom

~Bidyut Prabha Gantayat



Stairway to Heaven

closed. Important construction

work about to begin.

~Oliver Kleyer



the door's friendly squeak in your wake

~Mirela Brailean



death asana—

my instinct

to survive

~Ram Chandran



not a soul

in the darkness

yet the fear...

~Sreenath



The switch

That silences the phone

Is broken.

What?

~Noah Berlatsky



marriage—

she packs her dreams

inside a garbage bag

~Debarati Sen



lullaby

she hums

to the empty cradle

~Debarati Sen



Dry lab

  slutter

  in the keypad 

  this is a re re re  

argus howls the horrible starlight

  flashblind

  at our feet the guts

  of a nebula

pickaxe strikes steel and that's how things end

~Richard Magahiz


Afternoon of March 12, 2023


the ruined embouchure of the dented tea kettle

~Patrick Sweeney



no contact drop off    in a lonely world

~Patrick Sweeney



daughter points to where Mount Fuji should be

~Patrick Sweeney



my rescue opera    two syllables

~Patrick Sweeney



 years spent    in the biographical subtext of fictional selves

~Patrick Sweeney



burning leaves

I wonder about

my soul

~John Pappas



on his boots

another county’s mud

spring offensive

~John Pappas

 


old polaroids a trip through thensylvania 

~John Pappas



night rain whispering all my faults

~John Pappas

 


late night thoughts

the hum

of the microwave

~John Pappas



from the pages

of a play

starlings

~John Pappas


 

sunflowers a correlation between brown rice and madness

~Kelly Moyer



despair accountable only to the toad

~Kelly Moyer

 

 

uncommon poetics buried with the bubble tea

~Kelly Moyer



breadcrumbs a far cry from the fairy tale

~Kelly Moyer