Afternoon of October 3, 2024

 

Snake catchers are proud of their work

The jungle is the birthplace of dangers

This is what snake phantom pain looks like

Fingers trying to feel the wind

Rusty leaves tickle the belly

Laughter turns into intimidation of the enemy

Deceitful fangs threaten with poison that actually does not exist

The gaze searches for a house that no longer exists

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in The Creativity Webzine)

Midnight refrain

Thoughts get thinner

At the crossroads

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

outside a colors shop

grounded on its half wing

a dead butterfly

~Tejendra Sherchan

a reluctant smile towed away by a flea

~Vijay Prasad

buzzed or was bee

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

night waves

hitting the pier

songs from the other side

~Anthony Lusardi

Past, Present and Our Future

 

Through the collective known as Women! – ever ready, willing, and able

 

to withstand persistent pressures and towering temperatures 

needed to become glittering, priceless diamonds 

 

      lighting the way

out of madness to sanity; out of chaos to order; out of conflict to peace;

      world no longer on fire

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

volcanic pizza burning the crust

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

powerline

a crow maneuvers her tail

to balance on

~Tejendra Sherchan

Dusty mirror

Time has not been kind

Vanishing moon

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

carefully :

there won't be any more time

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

repent, tick tock fan

time wastes the fritter

even a space ex

~dan smith

 

 

Morning of September 29, 2024

 

 

wings of geese moving on with my life

~Maya Daneva

one minute from yesterday  a lonely pronoun

~Vijay Prasad

writing down another inch of grief

~Maya Daneva

wounded by her high heel echo

~Maya Daneva

the rising sparks

from a blacksmith’s furnace

shooting stars

~Tejendra Sherchan

mid-air flight

strapped in the aisle seat

a plush hamburger

~Tuyet Van Do

breath in-out

in the pauses

the green graph

~Kavita Ratna

riding out the storm

FL coast dweller puts on

his old army dog tag

~John J. Dunphy

garden threshold

planting peace lilies

a martyr's wife

~Debarati Sen

a simple guacamole

oh, the ripeness

of her karma

~Kelly Moyer

death cleaning

i keep my dirty laundry

for the obit

~Kelly Moyer

my upbringing

a highchair stowed

beneath the cuckoo clock

~Kelly Moyer

imagined futures

a cat

at the screen door

~Kelly Moyer

preemptive

i leave my hand

open flat

on the mattress

so i don’t

wake up swinging

from the moon

~Kelly Moyer

Nothing.

And then

nothing,

but

in verse.

~Noah Berlatsky

Thank you, State

You are without heart

on World Heart Day.

Thank you, State.

~Partha Sarkar

beached whale —

        in her last breath

        she just wants a selfie

~Nicoletta Ignatti

        dry leaf in the wind —

        the silent protest

        of a single woman

~Nicoletta Ignatti