opposing views
on opposite sides
of a perfect circle
~Mark Gilbert
he said something about his Ch'i and wandered off to sit over there
~Patrick Sweeney
butterflies and broken glass in the eye of the beholder
~Patrick Sweeney
even if you don't ask; someone will tell you what the gray squirrel is saying
~Patrick Sweeney
shimmering shades
of Jezebel
a clock ticks in b&w
~Kavita Ratna
Ars
Poetica
Poems that I can hunt down
in the wilds of their predation.
Ones that turn and double back
like Cape Buffalo.
Poems with spoor and scent
of hot scat that draw a bead
on meaning hidden in rhythm
and running for its life.
~dan smith
midnight
waking up to find
the dog has moved
~Biswajit Mishra
endorphin
one acceptance
before
the balloon lands
on a road of nails
~Biswajit Mishra
habits
training parrots
training me
~Biswajit Mishra
CHICKEN TALK
“Look, Dad! A chicken!”
Boy exclaims in delight.
Dad joins the joke,
knowing conversation
jumps several tracks
in a single breath.
Both know and enjoy
their brains' journeys
knowing their own normal.
~ Duane L Herrmann
listen to him go on about the pumpkin flower by the broken cinderblock wall
~Patrick Sweeney
he's got an eyelash that's either pointing to heaven or Hoboken
~Patrick Sweeney
deepening
night...
thorns of the lemon plant
penetrate my eyes
~Tejendra Sherchan
registry office
I never signed
up to this
~Mark Gilbert
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