Afternoon of March 12, 2023

the ruined embouchure of the dented tea kettle

~Patrick Sweeney

no contact drop off    in a lonely world

~Patrick Sweeney

daughter points to where Mount Fuji should be

~Patrick Sweeney

my rescue opera    two syllables

~Patrick Sweeney

 years spent    in the biographical subtext of fictional selves

~Patrick Sweeney

burning leaves

I wonder about

my soul

~John Pappas

on his boots

another county’s mud

spring offensive

~John Pappas

 

old polaroids a trip through thensylvania 

~John Pappas

night rain whispering all my faults

~John Pappas

 

late night thoughts

the hum

of the microwave

~John Pappas

from the pages

of a play

starlings

~John Pappas

 

sunflowers a correlation between brown rice and madness

~Kelly Moyer

despair accountable only to the toad

~Kelly Moyer

 

 

uncommon poetics buried with the bubble tea

~Kelly Moyer

breadcrumbs a far cry from the fairy tale

~Kelly Moyer

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