Evening of December 5, 2022


 

spaceship window ……….

no more ups

no more downs

~Mark Gilbert



fingers touching keyboards we become A.I.

~Colette Kern



malaria sun the bite of betrayal

~Susan Burch



The stolen apple

oh so juicy.

One bite

he choked.

~Peter Blau



Faster, giant trash truck, faster

   squirrels are gaining on you! 

~Steve Van Allen



Endception

notes on the notes

on the notes

~Jerome Berglund



helpfully debunking

conspiracy theories

conspirators

~Jerome Berglund



I’m not a perfectionist


just because I use tweezers

to pick up confetti.

~Nolcha Fox



Ephemera

In quiet moments, he makes

tiny bubbles with his mouth.

It’s as though they might be

spirits yet to cross over

or innocents yet to be born.

I yearn to capture each one

within a dusty mason jar,

just as i might

a hastily-scribbled poem

or this post-apocalyptic firefly.

~Kelly Moyer



daddy long legs and I have nowhere to be


~Patrick Sweeney



avant garde


of entitled characters

finding the lost city

of creatures

half-human half-troll(ey)

buried

in the amazon jungle

of boxes and receipts

failing at

closing credits


~Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo



he fed the banister to the furnace for us

~Patrick Sweeey


Afternoon of December 5, 2022


 

a sudden itch

to go shopping

flea market

~Andrew Markowski



poison ivy

a boy in summer camp

is itching to leave

~Andrew Markowski



with time the faithless will itch with fleas

~Elancharan Gunasekaran



   prey pray predators play war and peace wargames

~Mark Gilbert



leap and pray and follow the serpent’s sway

~Elancharan Gunasekaran



devil's daughter

they say the devil is in the details,

and i've always noticed everything;

does that mean i'm his daughter?

~linda m. crate


 

he was a When Kingdom Comes type of guy

~Patrick Sweeney

Morning of December 5, 2022

 

death a breeding ground for life

~Sreenath



revise the syntax to approximate the destruction

~Elancharan Gunasekaran



it's hard to throw away pictures of the dead

~Patrick Sweeney



Death serves me


coffee and sits

at the table.

He points outside.

Those trees will

remain without you.

Want more cream?

~Nolcha Fox



effigy’s final act of resistance: a smile

~Elancharan Gunasekaran



where the bleeding was internal rhyme

~Kelly Moyer



grey upon grey and into the afterthought

~Elancharan Gunasekaran



slipped away

you slipped away

into some foreign sea,

a message in a bottle

i wasn't meant to read.

~linda m. crate