Morning of November 6, 2022

winter what happens next silly

~Keith Evetts

 

winter until it’s not


~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Tick Box

For shamed face scar from birth clear marked,

a haematoma, red wine stain

I used to scrub, the nailbrush thick,

so cross that patch became a tick;

four digit tines at back, on call,

to carve a swathe through downy hair -

with surreptitious, hangdog look,

attention claim when seek escape.

~Stephen Kingsnorth

she wants pink

and cries when he has none

balloon seller 

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

Fire-Ants 

Fire-ants are the worst 

always first to be cursed: 

 

they jitter and jive, 

champing and chopping they drive 

everyone mad as they arrive, 

 

fire-ants are the worst, 

I honestly wish they’d burst 

in borax they should be immersed… 

 

fire-ants are the worst 

always first to be cursed…

~Avalanche

hold on tight to your children guns

~Kerry J Heckman

other sweeps same sky


~Mircea Moldovan

all-day

from across the street

grating

scraping

grinding

and scratching

of metal:

house construction

~Rupa Anand

To-Do List:

1. put the toothpaste back in the tube

2. put the genie back in the bottle

3. unring the bell

4. unscramble the egg

5. close the barn door before the horses leave

6. take back all the things I said in anger

~petro c.k.

Helplessness

Don't let my last breath

         slip away from my lungs

Don't let the crimson love

        fade away from my heart,

don't let my mindless mind

        disappear from my soul.

~Ruchi Acharya

autumn breeze

whispering at half-voice

the gold of maples

~Françoise Maurice

I hear voices echoing silence

Twisting words

Into what I want to hear

 

~Anthony Ward

                               Monday

             the computer informs

me

      I'm           

 

                    disconnected

~Keith Evetts

Afternoon of November 3, 2022

grey mortality

where twilight gathers

inside a peacock

~John Hawkhead

blue grass

 bluegrass

 blue

grass

~Kerry J Heckman

when grass

ripples up the hillside

where do emperors sit?

 

~Owen Bullock

A few thoughts

from the hillside

and then I fell

in a hole.

~F. Kate Langan

around the fire once upon a time we are

~Keith Evetts

a sign of the times fruit flies

~Lithica Ann

h o p e   a n d   c h a n g e  : :  c u l t u r e d   y o g u r t ~Jerome Berglund

the pulse

of the neon sign

in sync with mine

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

maggots all in good faith
 

~Lithica Ann

transcendent prose

the skitter

of bangers and beetles

~Kelly Moyer

old writing notebook

silverfish devouring

my words


~Kerry J Heckman

tail feathers

plucking the apple

from the seed


~Kelly Moyer

                    People, like apples,

                    ripen on family trees

                    into savored fruit.

                    Those not harvested in time

                    duly serve as applesauce.

~Frank De Canio

It takes a lifetime

to recover from childhood.
 

~F. Kate Langan

Itchy thoughts

amble through

the forest of grey matter,

coming, going,

coming, going,

faster, deeper;

I hope they're not important.


~F. Kate Langan

did you love the ground when your face was in it

~Emma M Foster

places I’ve lived seabottom

~Lithica Ann

Morning of October 31, 2022

sushi bar

the chef’s signature

eye roll

~Kelly Moyer

 

Halloween party

fake blood

real blood

~Mark Gilbert

Eerily silent streets,

Devoid of enthusiasm;

And the chatters it once held.

Won the combat of slaughter,

Lost the battle of life.

~ Shreyasi Sen

dawn

costumed shadows

move on

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

      monster promises happy ending

and it shall be

      for the monster

~Jerome Berglund

a smear of fake blood

the slit

in the cougar's eye

~Mark Gilbert

Eight long legs creeping

over my sleeping body.

Late night, sudden bite.

~Michele Rule

petrichor

the unmistakable stench

of worms

~Kelly Moyer