Evening of August 9, 2023

 

 

galvanized the clang of my discarded mind

~Kelly Moyer

signing two wills long live the fight

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

grave sighting footprints in dew time

~Robert Witmer

once you’re toast no need for a toaster

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

our love song etched into the sparrow’s bones

~Kelly Moyer

time levels quicksandpaper

~Robert Witmer

uncaged i peck at the empty shell of my youth

~Kelly Moyer

scrambling our pain naughty whisk

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

another birthday candle wax and wane

~Robert Witmer

summer love befriending the fruit flies

~Kelly Moyer

spring war front

the soldier's heart retreating

to his fiancée

~Bipasha Majumder (De)

day in

day out

it grows

~Robert Witmer

crossing the border . . .

two coffined hands come out

to embrace me

~Bipasha Majumder (De)

Outside

 

The vine twines on the fence,

my eye twines round the vine.

Some buzzing thing goes twining

through the flowers and the vine.

 

Some part of me is twining,

like a bee among the vines.

The wind slides through the fence.

I think, and there's the vine.

~Noah Berlatsky

climate change

clinging to hope

shadows on a vine

~Robert Witmer

udder certainty

the milk of human kindness

in a stainless steel pail

~Robert Witmer

hitchhiker

his thumb pointed at

the night sky

~John J. Dunphy

Afternoon of August 9, 2023

 

at the mercy

of capricious gods:

a ship of fools

~Jerome Berglund

pie-eyed Dorothy Parker drags her broken-legged zebras on a rainy leash

~Patrick Sweeney

Fleas and Lice

with a nod to Robert Frost

Some say the world will succumb to fleas.

Some say lice.

From what I know of desire and "itchies",

I hold with those who favor fleas!

But if I had to think and scratch twice,

I think I know enough of infestations

to say that lice also work nice...

and will suffice

...especially on old farm cats.

~Thomas A. Thrun

Brief Bio - COVID

Hard-wired to 

   know no boundaries,

   have no filter,

   honor no relationship,

   keep no curfews, and have no friends.

Thus, enviable.   In the Land of Virion, 

   the green-eyed monster is alive and well.

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

another wedding invitation

— seven year itch

~Wanda Amos

as I turn my thoughts to faraway things, she wants me to do something about the wasps

~Patrick Sweeney

still some way off the mountain improvising buddha jazz

~Herb Tate

she thinks Othello overreacted

~Patrick Sweeney

eyes wide open   the bedwetter's first sleep-over

~Patrick Sweeney

listening to mother’s knitting unravelling grandmother’s pearls

~Herb Tate

stealing

through a crack in the door

another moment

stolen

~Herb Tate

obsolete part


good for nothing

in latest model

~Jerome Berglund

blue morning

I steal a ring

from Saturn

~Sharon Ferrante

El Diablo

last orders

barflies sticky drinking

mixing feet

~Herb Tate

his last request—

dusting the dust off

Ashes to Ashes

~Herb Tate

mild enough

to catch hell

tax brackets

~Jerome Berglund

mistle thrush

seeds in the air

of Christmas kisses

~Herb Tate

Christmas carolers outside my door

I give them a $20 bill

to stop singing

~John J. Dunphy

city—

never a lonely

pigeon

~Sharon Ferrante

highlight of my formal education

playing Wipe Out

on my desk

~Patrick Sweeney