Afternoon of February 6, 2023

Did you sell

your soul for

pink Cadillac illusions?

~Keith Snow

going minimal

not much to count

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

I'm snakebit tracing

the arc of this poem—where

is the anecdote?

~James Penha

Dryer sings when done

Fridge beeps when open too long

Appliance chorus

~Jennifer Gurney

L=A=L=A=L

You can't have art without heart.

What about a ham sandwich?

Yes, yes. It's quite dead.

~Noah Berlatsky

pop! bottling the epiphany

~Kelly Moyer

alone

at the mercy of mountain

and the snow

~Sreenath

Full moon glows

    moving through twisted bare branches 

as if they weren't there 

~Steve Van Allen

a fly

in the melting

butter

~Sreenath

melted butter⁐flies freely in the sun

~Kelly Moyer

Afternoon of February 3, 2023

calling bell

nobody comes in

one goes away

~Bipasha Majumder

Cyborgs

without brains

smoosh.

~Noah Berlatsky

3 am -

a shriek from the top

of the wardrobe

~Juliet Wilson

hissing

from a straw blade

a praying mantis

gets eaten by one

less pious

~Christina Chin / M. R. Defibaugh

Hives

Who says the monk cilice shirt,

hair of sackcloth, penance ash,

cannot be simply fleas at work,

lashes, stripes, the welts of bites,

or even hives, bee-keeping work?

~Stephen Kingsnorth

air raid

a mum-to-be writhing

in labour pain

~Bipasha Majumder

new rank promises of war

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

picking willow twigs

from the frozen moat

(he’s no jesus)

~David Cox

hototogisu

I still don’t understand you

hototogisu

~Noah Berlatsky

Evening of February 2, 2023

 

lunar apogee: her 'ciao for now' 2.7 Kelvins
~Patrick Sweeney

freedom divided chopping the film into mildew morsels
~Elancharan Gunasekaran

prelinguistic metal stresses in the sun
~Patrick Sweeney

pier pressure the divine flood in knots and shambles
~Elancharan Gunasekaran

making my own fortune cookies with sour milk
~Patrick Sweeney

sugar therapy rewiring the neurodivergent pig
~Elancharan Gunasekaran

shedding boas and pronouns from Adam's rib
~Patrick Sweeney

lightning bodies lighting fireworks for the sad fog of humanity
~Elancharan Gunasekaran