Afternoon of October 22, 2024

 

 

Hey, Kids!

~Kelly Moyer

photos available here

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

they're screwed

she thinks

escaping the shoe

~Melissa Dennison

creeping up

through the floorboards

they're coming for you

~Melissa Dennison

The Romance of Rain


Each drop

is colorless

of grief

or bliss,

a thought

in pale

oblate

obliviousness.

~Noah Berlatsky

what if I ask

the purple morning glory

to bloom over me too

~Tejendra Sherchan

Why

“Y” in rye

& whiskey,

rhythm, rhyme

thyme, malady

melody, mary lies,

lye, tie-dye, my, oh my

by & by, bye-bye, fly, away!

~Keith Snow

Daze (Days)

In the projects,

you need a calendar,

not a clock, to monitor

the arrival of your building's

maintenance man.

~Keith Snow

B

a crappy crap

navigates

the sandy peach

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

tv

dare to unplug when off

is not enough

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

trapped in

an eternal embrace

the moon longs for deep space

~Melissa Dennison

quietly

inch by inch

death steals her away

~Melissa Dennison

along the road

a stray puppy's efforts

to secure an owner

~Tejendra Sherchan

Deciding

What road to take

Shotgun

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

train like hell

the US men's

reverse diving team

~Richard Magahiz

alphabet soup gotcha journalism

~Jerome Berglund

fumbling at my front door beetle on a chain

~Richard Magahiz

from their seafloor abbey    salt sutras 

~Richard Magahiz

what am I supposed to do turnips

~Robert Epstein

in so many words plantain

~Robert Epstein

castle walls common sense

~Jerome Berglund

reform the bargaining stage of grief

~Jerome Berglund

~Jerome Berglund & Christina Chin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Afternoon of October 20, 2024

 

Poet Empty Bottle

~Michael Lee Johnson

ugh

go away

mirror

go away

ugh

~Noah Berlatsky

In Praise of Wooden Shoes or Where's a Luddite When You Need One

~dan smith

self-employed no one to complain to

~Stacy Taylor

we are the movies at God's multiplex

~dan smith

my eye-hops on her textual surface around the target words

~Vijay Prasad

68 years old

and don’t feel a day

over 67

~Stacy Taylor

Origami

If my paper hen could lay eggs,

how would the eggs be folded?

~Marie Derley

Hands

Guts in one,

the weight of the world

in the other.

So much to bear.

So much to feel.

Fingers twitching,

nails clawing.

Flesh against flesh.

Is this what a grip is for?

~R James Sennett Jr

shorter nights

little space for shooting stars

at our age

~John Hawkhead

we built gigantic engines

we travelled to the moon

we misunderstood Waste Not

~dan smith

if it's true

what Christians say

I'm going to hell

~Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

mending an old quilt

each night’s sleep cycle

a little deeper

~John Hawkhead

shine on

forty-foot cowboy

exit now

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

foggy shore . . . 

memory’s silence

eroding my belief

in goodbyes

~Timothy Daly

Photon

Because the soul is light, scurrying from point to shadow,

because light can fracture if interrupted—

because the fracturing of light is accomplished by hanging 

a simple glass charm from the curtain rail above my kitchen sink—

I think of you, driving down the mountain, the long, straight

road from map-point to city, your dashboard charm swinging,

your headlight fractured, your mirror cracked.

~Kathryn Reese

subglacial lake

the gelatinous maw

everts

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

unedited

I want to say love me

love my text,

consider converting

all the selfies

on my dating profile

to screenshots of poems.

~Kathryn Reese

blind date

she looks for

a way

to let him

down gently

~Randy Brooks

any old pot

of coffee

I drink it

on ice

the day after

~Randy Brooks

don’t think

of a monkey

too late

~Randy Brooks