snowflakes on my tongue
the beginning
of a new language
~Michele Rule
wool blanket
I curl up without feeling
the itch
~Michele Rule
seeing the world as it really is mantis shrimp
~dan smith
the
snake in my stomach is hunting a toy mouse
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
garden mouse
now I’m on the side
of the small things
~Timothy Daly
New Year’s Eve I drop before Times Square
~Jennifer Gurney
humility
digs up the plague
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
p r o c r a s t i n a t i o n
~Jennifer Gurney
I gave to the church
later the casino
certain I would win
~James Penha
you are the dream
of someone suffering
from insomnia
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
What if my life
is not wild and precious?
Leave my dumpy life alone.
~Noah Berlatsky
subzero night
scratching at my back door
the feral cat
~John J. Dunphy
sand fleas
how can I live with you
—it bites
~Sharon Ferrante
joining the circus flea-bitten dog
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
warning
to a werewolf
you bark, you bite;
not considering
i am waiting until the
right moment to
drive a silver stake through
your heart.
~linda m. crate
The Potato Eaters,
my family in the old house.
~Fhen M.
when I started playing tunes
with test tubes
I knew I had to leave Britain
and science
so I quit my prestigious PhD
and moved to Paris
to become a mediocre philosopher
a distracted piano player
and an even worse
poet
~Timothy Daly
curious eyes
the dragon asks
if I’m real
~Sharon
Ferrante