Morning of April 11, 2025

 


skin tag you're it

~Eavonka Ettinger




cross words

filling in the blank

spaces

~Eavonka Ettinger




inner core

shape-shifting

planet Earth

~Eavonka Ettinger




a-e-i-o-u

and sometimes

why

~Barrie Levine




taking up space

in his rock collection

my brother’s baby teeth

~Barrie Levine




someone’s soul

in the meadow silence

becomes a bug

~Mile Lisica




I turn off the lights

to see the constellation

in the horse's eyes

~Mile Lisica



on a journey

the unknown memory

in warm coffee

~Mile Lisica




summer meadow

a girl and her dog

unleashed


~Wendy Cobourne




psych class

she listens closely

to her voices


~Wendy Cobourne




conch shell horn

first contact

from another universe

~Randy Brooks




outdoor theatre

leaves spiral through

intermission

~Randy Brooks




Just filthy

Enough to work

Freudian slip

~Sarah Mahina Calvello



winter wearing layers wrinkles

~Radhika De Silva




the loaded tumbrels of historical destiny

~Patrick Sweeney




don't expect an ovation if you see the blue veins in the blonde temple of the sun

~Patrick Sweeney




it's because you invited that nosey poet who kept asking everyone to point to their souls

~Patrick Sweeney

 


Afternoon of April 9, 2025

 

Live and Let DEI Anthology:

Submit one poem this month to Winning Writers

 

 

            at the door

            a quartet of gargoyles

            new neighbors

            ~Stephanie Zepherelli




            changing the world

            children turn a map

            upside down

            ~Stephanie Zepherelli




            final ascent

            the inconvenience

            of falling flat

            ~Stephanie Zepherelli




bones bones bones

the creaking bones

I still call mine

~Robert Epstein




how apropos

after cleaning the kitchen

sponge cake

~Robert Epstein




discipline

discipline

midnight

~Robert Epstein




afterlife

but I am such

a homebody

~Robert Epstein




grandpa navigates
 
market change

one meme stock at a time

~Douglas J. Lanzo




sand

in my slippers

I dream of the ocean

~Jiel Narvekar




counting my blessings …

grateful even

for the odd

~Kelly Sargent




roses on clearance

how men no longer

look me in the eye

~Kelly Sargent




after much thought

I RSVP Mars

. . . no thanks

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




The cat-surf laps

At the milk-bowl beach.

~V. Grout




spring brings new neighbors…

unpacking curiosities

~Sarah Mirabile-Blacker





at the playground

birds talk

children screech

~Sarah Mirabile-Blacker




crows at dusk

pirates

pilfering snacks

~Sarah Mirabile-Blacker

 

 

                                                  Darkly Beautiful & Joyfully Wondrous