Evening of September 18, 2024

 

And So the Ego

~Kelly Moyer 

Photos available here

Jazz Trio

glorm-glorm-glouourm-gle-

gl-glee-gl-glee-gl-glorm           gling

glee-gl-gl-gl-glorm 

boum ba-ba-boum boum

ts-tss boum ba-boum boum tss

ta-ts-tsss-ta-ts

glorm glorm glorm ba-boom

glorm glee ba-boom ta-ts-tsss

ta-ts-tsss ba-boom

~Morley Carothers

before and after his white lies heat mirage

~Hifsa Ashraf

dried lilacs her illness in a nutshell

~Hifsa Ashraf

soccer kick the parabola of adrenaline rush

~Hifsa Ashraf

political rhetoric winding up the wireless fidelity

~Hifsa Ashraf

full house

too many hearts

I fold

~Olinda Ninolakis

Statistically speaking frequentists seem a little too flippant

~dan smith

the collapse of to-do lists survival instinct

~Arvinder Kaur

after the tunnel the mountains’ open arms

~Arvinder Kaur

vast blue

the loneliness of a cirrus

just like mine

~Arvinder Kaur

The aberrations of too much tripe

and not enough treacle

~Kathryn Lasseter

 

 

 

sweat from my brow

adds salt to bubble tea

August heatwave

~Patricia Carragon

Far and Bare

night squalls.

snakes bite.

~Kathryn Lasseter

Vertigo

Mound of art.

Ants in the belfry

~Kathryn Lasseter

Maleficent

make eyes at varmints

transact tempo

~Kathryn Lasseter

a crapulous man with a crapulous Poe on his tee-shirt

~Patrick Sweeney

a C-note says he talks to the hovering dragonfly

~Patrick Sweeney

queasy with complex prognostications, we let the thriller come to a confusing end

~Patrick Sweeney

fire in the top of the silver maple, I've come to my algebraic limit

~Patrick Sweeney

dirt between her toes

she walks in the way

of sun-faced buddhas

~Patrick Sweeney

 

 

 

 

See Our Five Fleas Merch

Morning of September 13, 2024

 

Please, Take a Seat

~Kelly Moyer

Photos available here

sleepless night

a tiny version of me

in the freezer

~Emil Karla

the owl

on the lookout

for dragons

~Emil Karla

generation gap

missing cow's milk

with my coffee

~Melissa Dennison

first bite

a baby leech

on my ankle

~Tejendra Sherchan

lightning can strike twice —

the second wife

also a psychopath

~Stacy Taylor

total eclipse —

people don’t see

what they don’t want to see

~Stacy Taylor

a spiritualist

in dark shades

smiles at the eclipse

~Robert Witmer

certitude

to be lost and to find

your own footprints

~Robert Witmer

psychedelic moon landing

I fantasize...

all of those small steps

we never took

~Joana Figueiredo

lost deeper

in the static blackness

we stare

at the turned off TV; we are

nothing more than

shadow silhouettes; trapped

on bare screens

~Joana Figueiredo

in need of a hug runaway train

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

in the city of self-pity knowing the residents by name

~Joana Figueiredo

these pebbles in my hand

far older than I will ever be

                          yet

~Tom Blessing

who i was

i am not

who i am

i will not be

impermanent

like the wave

~Tom Blessing

waiting for the garbage truck

ravens, seagulls, and me

~Tom Blessing

dying from drought

the weeds around

the fire hydrant

~John J. Dunphy

aurora borealis

setting the focus

to infinity

~Rupa Anand

the innocence of

believing David Cassidy

could be mine

~Jennifer Gurney

seashells —

nothingness

of the serial hoarder

~Maurizio Brancaleoni

A stillborn citizen

A festoon stands

By a galloping train

In rain.

Sees the clock time-

A poem without rhyme.

And taunts the citizen.

Does the festoon know why?

~Partha Sakar

blue dream

everything that helps close

the ozone hole

~Fatma Zohra Habis