Evening of March 11, 2023


The Word Thieves


They came to our village

and carried off our words

in steel boxes wrapped in chains.

We were given new words,

but we cannot use them.

They taste like dirt in our mouths,

and do not mean what we need to say.

~Joseph Farley



Easter

in my neighbor's yard

surrounded by plastic eggs

rabbit ears

from an old TV

~John J. Dunphy



summer storm

he calls me

by another name

~Mona Bedi



It took me all day


to do nothing.

I could have

stayed in bed

to accomplish

just as much.

~Nolcha Fox



skirmish

gray squirrels battle in the dawn

balanced on a telephone wire


the definition of victory and loss

seems a tough nut to crack

~Joseph Farley



the when how and what of my thoughts

~Mona Bedi



the unseen cage I live in dandelion fluff

~Mona Bedi


 

Afternoon of March 8, 2023


moonquiver not a diagnosis but a disposition

~Kelly Moyer



Remember when the

Cassette tape would come undone and

a pencil fixed it?

~Jennifer Gurney



True confession time

I hate to admit it, but

I am not perfect

~Jennifer Gurney



haybales a quack in the porkbelly moon

~Kelly Moyer



escaping from the chimney ladyfingers

~Roberta Beach Jacobson


 

deflowered the deep kiss of dirty pennies

~Kelly Moyer



a minute

passes from you

to me

~Shasta Hatter



under an umbrella

the rain carries

his words away

~Wai Mei Wong 

 

 

Afternoon of March 6, 2023


wear and tear

the guarantee has expired

on this life

~Wanda Amos



harvest moon

a muskrat busts out

the ouija board

~Kelly Moyer



family photos

everyone dead

even the living

~Ellen Kom



past the brightest star

a left turn takes you

beyond footprints

~Linda L Ludwig



petrichor all the rage with the worms

~Kelly Moyer


the steam of hot exchange tea stall

~Bidyut Prabha Gantayat



jotting notes

on the old book

I buy a new diary

as if I'll be inspired

to write again

~Christina Chin / M. R. Defibaugh



Six-Word Life Memoir

 

Signals worn due to self-hatred.

~Dan Provost



To Ti Esti

 

If words were sheep,

I’d shear them,

then writhe

to the music

of their naked bleating.

~Kelly Moyer



When water-birds walk

their feet fold

so that the two outer toes

touch.

~Noah Berlatsky



So disappointing

To get an invitation

After the event

~Jennifer Gurney