Afternoon of November 20, 2022

swoop four


soil ants

sun ants

rain ants

flower ants


~J. D. Nelson

all earth's dinosaurs —

even before being birds

got up, flew the coop

~Pat Geyer

scientific o’day


corn

crow

corner

crown

~J. D. Nelson

boarding with dead

raccoon, opossum, armadillo

carrion luggage

~Jim Krotzman

counting roadkill / miss the exit

~Keith Evetts

road rash  

           the wild

    side

            of her

rainbow riders

~Kelly Moyer

Your foot

survived, but you did not.

The rest of you is missing.

A 140 degrees hot pool

didn’t like your toes,

I suppose,

and spit them up

to waiting arms.

The rest of you was yummy.

~Nolcha Fox

the corpse is burning...

         but still;

smell of jasmine

~Kamrun Nahar

dinner bell

the last

of the hog races

~Kelly Moyer

flowery orange pekoe


scalding liters

in my silent


thermos

~J. D. Nelson

Morning of November 20, 2022

cockroaches, the vanishing act

~Sreenath

maggots all in good health

~Sreenath

he stands with houseleeks in his palms and collarbone

~Richard Magahiz

restless spirits lifting your phone charger
 

~Kelly Moyer

November crow and I resigned

~Keith Evetts

one dream dead

another floundering

Chernobyl rain

~Anna Cates

 

only the flower garden left

and only half a flower

the war

~Anna Cates

       dark, cold painful dawn

line at emergency dental clinic

~Steve Van Allen

the tickman garners all the headlines

~Richard Magahiz

snow blossoms another version of myself

~Kelly Moyer

time is eternity cut into pieces

~Sreenath

Afternoon of November 19, 2022

Creatives Need Each Other

Sometimes they need each other & wine

& cheese & warm bread & meat & smoked salmon dip & Flamenco guitars

& conversations in the dining room

& on the porch with the ghosts of deviled eggs.

~Keith Snow

wind shear pruning her whispers

~Kelly Moyer

linen napkins untucking her tail

~Kelly Moyer

home on the range of ICBM

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

nirvana a straight shot on the turnpike

~Kelly Moyer

gin-bottle green

the patience of

the blowfly


~John Pappas

Why Did God Make Blowflies?

Little maggots wriggling on fresh meat

The blowfly has laid her babies

Now isn’t that so sweet?

God intended all his creatures do

Go forth and multiply

That is his golden rule

~Gaye Hemsley

cheese sandwich

my death poem

cheese sandwich

~Keith Evetts

two front orange teeth

crooked they're overlapping...

eclipsed beaver moon

~Pat Geyer

        verandah edge

      a slug, poor chap

      pressing forward

  push-press-push-press

~Rupa Anand

if you're not expecting

a headful of snakes

well well

~Keith Evetts

~Sébastien Revon