Evening of January 24, 2024


collecting snowflakes

with almost no effort

tuba

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



bleak midwinter–

longest stretch outside

mailrun

~Jennifer Gurney



watching my breath freeze

hanging in midair

I wait for the bus

~Jennifer Gurney



photo album

proof we were once

a family

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



Rapunzel’s faux pas

using harsh conditioners

she lets her hair down

~John H. Dromey



About Dinosaurs

What joy! What happiness!

While my grandchildren play

And dream about dinosaurs

I, at their innocent age

Played with El Jabato comics.

~Daniel de Culla



nowhere feels safe

if somebody can shoot

the president

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



Gödel, man, go


Tarski and such

play Peano

their set

merely theory.

The audience goes wild

judging it to be

sufficiently axiomatized

however incomplete.

~dan smith



a sad clerk making sense in the dollar store

~Robert Witmer



rubber soul

a long playing record

left to skip

~Robert Witmer



the conspiracist

goes fishing

a can of worms

~Robert Witmer



fortune teller

at the tiller

a small boat banking

on a wave

goodbye

~Robert Witmer

Morning of January 23, 2024


sunrise

a headless bird

takes flight

~Mike Fainzilber



painful sight

the politician

unmasked

~Mike Fainzilber




Journey


you do not want to be me

too many pained lives

have passed through this body

on their journey home

~Ann Christine Tabaka



I emerge

from my prey

looking for love

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




fairy's curse

she knew when guys

were lying

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel



frost fingers

topography

of Faerie

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel



if they didn't

look so much like celery

interstellar war

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel



outer space sightseeing

tour guide points out

the remains of Major Tom

~John J. Dunphy



oil drops on a wet road

swirling galaxies

~Steve Van Allen



euphemisms pricking the oyster's ear

~Kelly Moyer



tumbleweeds

the blessings we count

while drinking sand

~Kelly Moyer



plot devices detonating at the edge of vermilion

~Kelly Moyer