Afternoon of September 17, 2022

chair, occasionally

~petro c.k.

the kafkaesqueness of a cockroach pacing the bedroom

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

Ukraine

a yearning

for the mundane

~Keith Evetts

night rain

an inverted bucket

somewhere

~Daipayan Nair

lab rats

teach each other

to open their cages

silence follows

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

beauty contest for plastic mannequins

~Mircea Moldovan

obsessed with flamingos snowbird

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

artistic detachment

the tilt

of her mushroom cap

~Kelly Moyer

morning dawns

the tide goes out...

fools rush in

~Pat Geyer

collect your ashes; make tea

~Luke Brannon

decaying matter of fact in the frozen account

~John Hawkhead

my landline call twenty years too late

~Bonnie J Scherer

she wolf the cold blue of dawn

~John Hawkhead

phantom flea the itch is real

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

pelican't

~petro c.k.

Morning of September 17, 2022

out of her hair

itchy fleas and nagging

relatives

~A.J. Anwar

Bite
My meal means maelstrom in the mouth,

strange sense, secretions by the buds,

aromas acting as they should,

trigger to tingle under tongue,

sharp shooting zest to meet the test,

those first incisors, firebrand taste,

tandoori chicken, bite of breast.

~Stephen Kingsnorth

flea leaves dog

to find himself . . .

only finds me

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

worm moon

his snoring crawling

into our ears

~Minal Sarosh

Sickle
An itch is scratchy, such a nerve,

      prolonged by scratching, itchy more,

the cycle that keeps earth alive,

      sickle on to stooks, stacks, grain,

but why such happy miller’s song,

if garnered future soon laid waste?

~Stephen Kingsnorth

sickle moon

mother’s angry look

when I am late

~Minal Sarosh

 

digging up a resemblance

doll's face

~Richa Sharma

               on

         rainy days

  the umbrella grasps 

               me

                by

               the

             handle

~Bonnie J Scherer

in the dark

beyond the cellar door...

long legs crawl

through the cobwebs

of a hidden life

~Pat Geyer

Evening of September 13, 2022

space landing

the sentient being

recognises me

~C.X. Turner

reshuffle—

Pluto now just Mickey’s

dog

~A.J. Anwar

The Nah-Nah Men
They soak themselves

with cloying cologne

and head out towards

the twilight zone.

Once in the bars

they shine like gems:

the avatars of ATMs.

~Frank William Finney

dark silence and then the scream of stars

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

subtle curve of a planet

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

all those stars…

the everlasting cold

of the Second Law

~Keith Evetts

Orange exopla(net)

raisins in cratered porridge—

goldilocks orbit.

~Damon Hubbs

global warming

help arrives

from another planet

~C.X. Turner

dividing line

we walk on either side

of the night

~Richa Sharma