Afternoon of November 28, 2022

Popcorn

I told her what a relief it was

that I finally extracted that shard of popcorn

that was stuck between my gum and tooth

for three days

 

and she asked me,

what’s someone your age doing

eating popcorn?

I’d hate to see her reaction

if I still drank beer and smoked cigars.

~John Tustin

stuffed with blood

the flea takes a catnap

~Mona Iordan

the old attic

bunnies of dust going at me

from every corner

~Mona Iordan

circling the drain   red fish, blue fish, silverfish
 

~Reid Hepworth 

my fault your fault St Andreas tremor

~Wanda Amos

taproot of the low-lying spurge

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

clouds my isolation

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

the world as usual cemetery silence

~Arvinder Kaur

I didn’t order the cat in the box,

But it is too late to send her back.

~Beth Gulley

Cognitive Decline

I try to keep up with the news,

read poetry

and write poems almost every night;

plus, I’ve tried to get back into novels

and I do crossword puzzles, find-a-words,

play solitaire, attempt to memorize land markers,

brush up on obscure history

but I don’t think it’s working –

my brain still atrophies.

~John Tustin

a kiss of hymn

prayers we regurgitate

from tales by moonlight

casting magic spells

on charms

~Christina Chin / Uchechukwu Onyedikam

she wants to be a galaxy when she grows up
 

~ Patrick Sweeney 

 

 

covered with leaves expert in a dying field
 

~petro c.k.

 

 

meeting the Wallenda who wouldn't risk it

~Patrick Sweeney

drunk farmers

in the pub's door

scarecrow

~Mircea Moldovan

 

 

Afternoon of November 27, 2022

 

garlic

an old wives' tale

in the tenor's breath

~Robert Witmer

jasmine soap...

grandma scrubs

her water buffalo

~Vibha Malhotra

 

the seed she planted his idea

~Kelly Moyer

 

big bang god should have called the gas company

~Jim Krotzman

 

winter sun mangoes from elsewhere

~Kelly Moyer

pondering his fate

the turkey and I …

he pardons me

~Bonnie J Scherer

the aurora borealis

of her eyes

where low tide used to be

~Jim Krotzman

 

 

family planning

we adopt

a more precise vocabulary

~Kelly Moyer

 

Loaded on coffee

beans and lattes,

he fractures his fiction,

shards puncture his lies.

A policeman pulls him over

for alphabet pollution

and no license to fly.

~Nolcha Fox

costs

runneth over

the world's cup

~Robert Witmer

shifting shadows...

the long, lonely walk

to the outdoor toilet

~Vibha Malhotra

Pack a big bag

and forward mail

for this guilt trip.

You’ll be gone

for the rest

of your life.

~Nolcha Fox

Afternoon of November 24, 2022

swifts across the moon

oh Frida Kahlo's brows

~Adrian Bouter

scaring each other

 we freeze while he vanishes

into the wall

~A.J. Anwar

radiation

in the bus home the driver

whistles opera

~Alfred Booth

rainy day

urge to stay under the duvet


~Françoise Maurice

flying the feeling the all-seeing eye

~Mark Gilbert

speak his name not with more bullets

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

rain drops like laser

beams splatter to

crystal shards


~Wayne F. Burke

as before Neptune raining diamonds

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Whispers to the Wall

A vagrant vacancy

whispers to the wall,

in silent proclivity

illegible scrawl

Meaningless message,

or does it preclude

a venomous vestige

most humans elude?

~Julie A. Dickson

phosphorescent snakes

in the fluorescent mist —

the pharmacist's goof

~Mark Meyer

I bite his lip

before he says something

I'll regret

~Ann Smith