Afternoon of May 8, 2024

 

constellation, an endless source of food

my pocket as empty as my stomach.

~Fhen M.

in spite of it all

student debt

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Listen

If you carve a poem on a tree in a forest and

the tree falls on you and

you and the tree decay together over a hundred years.

Mushrooms grow out of your eyes.

Mushrooms grow out of your eyes.

Mushrooms grow out of your ears.

What was I saying?

~Noah Berlatsky

circling

their cubicles

customer service reps

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

the crispness

of his meat skewers…

al Dante

~David Cox

I am Orion & with my dog

hunt meat & fish in the sea of stars

~Fhen M.

Loving you 41

In

a

coal

mine

the

canary's

last

breath.

~Matt Borczon

Loving you 26

the

truth

only

dogs

know

~Matt Borczon

Loving you 22

wishing

it

was

easier.

~Matt Borczon

Loving you 11

screaming

into

an

empty

church.

~Matt Borczon

Morning of May 8, 2024

tornadoes in a rain forest

hurricanes in a desert

murky muki

~dan smith

this isa

sorta true poem

about art where

it comes from

what it's for

nothing

i can answer

in under two decades

apparent

ly

~Scott F. Parker

Children's Games

             

            Vanilla or Chocolate?

            Chocolate or Strawberryy?

            I don't want any of these.

            I want Caramel which is never offered.

            It's been a life-long habit--

            always wanting to reframe

            the problem, the issues, the choices,

            whatever.................

~Karen Klein

   o u 

s        p

in      us 

     it

~dan smith

hard-won fortune

pissing against the pub wall

an errant heir

~Mike Gallagher

Poe, a tree!



There! Look!

Behind you!

To the left and to the right!

Ahead and above!

Inward and beyond!

~Scott F. Parker

cemetery wind

a lifetime of wishes

blown away

~Mona Bedi

The early bird

gets the senior spaghetti special

at Luigi’s, 4 PM sharp.

~Nolcha Fox

lying here

wondering whether

it's the outer thigh

looking up

or the inner thigh

looking down

I'm feeling

it really doesn't matter

now that we've reached

a certain age

~Mike Gallagher

dancer pigeonholed

as too old

bitter lemons

~Karen Klein

it's raining

in the poem

about rain

and the

one

about that

too

~Scott F. Parker

northbound geese

a neon open sign

flickers

~Mariel Herbert

first to flip the switch / next to absorb the colors / neon light special

~Charles A. Perrone

all those languages we do not know for a start birdsong

~Mike Gallagher

past the life we led before we led our lives

~Mona Bedi

Dusk falls, new moonlight, stars, planets and hope arise.

~Keith Snow

note from the mass grave

thankfully

we were not the killers

~Mike Fainzilber