Evening of March 9, 2024

 

charnel house

the woman

i knew myself to be

~Kelly Moyer

self-fashioning

the hang

of al pizzarelli’s coat

~Kelly Moyer

my finger becomes a pen

as I start to write

the words swallow up my arm

~James Kowalczyk

women's restroom graffiti

a friend corrects

my misspelled name

~John J. Dunphy

change of life

what i thought were fairies

simply fruit flies

~Kelly Moyer

spring forward

fall back

ouch

~Noah Berlatsky

TOMORROW HIDES


Fog erases everything

like covering the dead

so tomorrow hides

except in shadows,

feathered outlines.

End of the world

at the edge of fog?

~Diane Webster

undiagnosed

where the dreams were

killing time

~Kelly Moyer

DROUGHT


On the wall below

the broken faucet

a swatch of blue

paint reflects a puddle

for which it yearns.

~Diane Webster

face-to-face

the spider rethinks

his next move

~Madeleine Kavanagh

Rick Considers All the Angles

messy triangle

here’s looking at Euclid

for dating advice

~John H. Dromey

daily exercise

walking to the store

for snickers

~Stephanie Zepherelli

Earth is a Mother

Oldest joke we know

Earth is 4.5 Billion Years

Your mama so old

~ Silvatiicus Riddle

shell sculpture

a savior

at the seawall

~Kelly Moyer

eucharist consecrating the cannibalistic tendencies

~Kelly Moyer

aerodynamics of twin-flame turbulence

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

condolences

addressing myself

in the third person

~Kelly Moyer

Afternoon of March 9, 2024

d r i f t i n g  fog

I try to touch it—

see what it knows

how enchanting

to be

intangible

~Sharon Ferrante

beauty behind bars

the well-composed face

of the cello

~Robert Witmer

broken peace symbol

without a leg

to stand on

~Robert Witmer

void context screaming out of burned down kibbutz

~Roman Lyakhovetsky

clueless he's already

immortalized in my senryu-

the road bully

~Roman Lyakhovetsky

a moth

asleep

in the spider's hammock

~Robert Witmer

a lobster boiling, unaware

of course

death has many names

~Tiffany Elise

the ways we hate why the moon hides

~Tiffany Elise

a human

but also

an orchid

~Tiffany Elise

to feel peace

again

poppies bloom

~Tiffany Elise

ginger in my tea

and ginger in my ale too

never too much gin...   ger.

~Charles A. Perrone

the noiseless tenor of his way

playing second fiddle

in a one-man band

~Robert Witmer

a few ducks on thin ice quacking

~Robert Witmer

a giant flag

full of wind

used cars

~Robert Witmer

on the edge

of my universe

I push return

~Sharon Ferrante