now leasing
my place
in the universe
~Kelly Moyer
twelve days 'til Christmas; the mother ship is over New Jersey
~Patrick Sweeney
Katsushika Hokusai Algorithm
Write, erase, rewrite
erase again, glitch, and then
an AI blossoms.
~Noah Berlatsky
new
occupant
tree roots
in the basement
~Anthony Lusardi
early
morning
a glaze of lake water
on the turtle’s
shell
~Anthony Lusardi
clean sheets
the fresh scent
of abandonment
~Kelly Moyer
backyard
renovations rings on an old stump
~Anthony Lusardi
she doesn't want to hear anything bad about bluejays in the snow
~Patrick Sweeney
moonless night
I surrender my fears
to The Elephant
~Kelly Moyer
eras
when Swiftian
meant Jonathan
~dan smith
soup kitchen
diner asks a server
for the recipe
~John J. Dunphy
observing the generally unobserved in the free museum of my mind
~Patrick Sweeney
my emotional equilibrium is easily disturbed
by the mere mention of going somewhere else
to do something
~Patrick Sweeney
when Santa crosses the thirty-eighth parallel
~Patrick Sweeney
Our Touchstone Award nominations to be announced tomorrow!
