Baby Dalí
I do not have a hut
at the edge of the sea
nor a family
nor their ire;
but, I have the freedom
to dream the dreams
of a madman
in shabby thrifted attire.
~Kelly Moyer
on
receiving a job promotion
boss asks, “do you own
anything
other than jeans?”
I laugh, then say “no”
~Tohm Bakelas
gloomy
day
I sip my wine
your empty chair
~Françoise Maurice
a
dried rose
inside Great Expectations
library
dusk
~Debarati Sen
Paris.
What
else can I add
to you?
Paris, just
Paris . .
.
fuming on,
late summer leaves sagging with
exhaust.
~Yearner
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Keith Snow, Kelly Moyer, Lauren Scharhag,
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~Five Fleas Itchy Poetry
Celtic fire, ancestors' blessing.
~Carolyn Crossley
black walnuts crafting weaponry from sparrowsong
~Kelly Moyer
Dead Horse Jesus (Haiku)
Dead Horse Jesus could
rise again, but he knows the
beatings wouldn’t stop.
~Chad Parenteau
inflation rate
the stars whisper
in the autumn sky
~Françoise Maurice
a
star dying
a check clearing
love off somewhere
of
course enduring
~Yearner
The Lament
Your eyes are open;
yet, you can’t seem to see
the treetop babies
or the way the sun
glistens on the surface
of time.
But, I’ll be the last
so bold as to remind you
that a pear costs a dollar
less than a dime.
~Kelly Moyer
The Veil
the wheel of
the year turns
forever eternal
spirits pass — through
the
thinning veil.
~Carolyn Crossley
One
nearly
frozen
heavy raindrop slips
through a hole in the
gutter
and hits me on the shoulder
sending a deep
chill
through bone and organ
is it any wonder
I
think of you?
~Yearner
tiger
lilies —
I dared him
to love me
~Debarati Sen
the reality of the situation
big job promotion—
now I write haikus
on a higher salary
~Tohm Bakelas
Postcard
from Saint-Rémy-de-Provence
baguette-shaped
clouds
above the brûléed
plain
dusted just now in lavender
light
~Yearner
