Morning of March 21, 2023

hencluck laidegg

~J. D. Nelson

chickenspring

~J. D. Nelson

morning glory a biscuit named bartholomew

~Kelly Moyer

feet first every time a tuesday falls

~Kelly Moyer

Sure to Meet

After Ko Un

 

My ear fell off

and went to the land of the dead.

Now I am listening listening listening.

I hear the dead they say,

We hear you.

Let us in.

~Noah Berlatsky

The sky is a bucket, the sun is a leak of light.

The night is awash in galaxies made of burning suns.

Below, my piccolo speaks butterfly. 

~Will Reger

first spring hike

the baby reaches

for the sunlight

~Wai Mei Wong

Evening of March 17, 2023

 

some days these old bones

run too long on empty —

lost lottery

~Alfred Booth

between the Ides

and Saint Pat — more

reasons to stumble

~Alfred Booth

the redwood's root canal: a chainsaw aria

~Robert Witmer

deep in the woods: no clock ticks bite

~Robert Witmer

it’s senescence

not effervescence

when words no longer

bubble up like alka-seltzer

~James Penha

orange

in the barren tree

a desert moon

~Robert Witmer

 

purple lips

blowing kisses

beneath a wine-dark sea

~Robert Witmer

Cassandra

an empty bucket echoes

in a dry well

~Robert Witmer

the flyer

for a bungee jump

a money-back guarantee

~Robert Witmer

a spool of time

stitched past its prime

asteroids

in a vacuum

rhyme

~Robert Witmer

Real Poet

I’m a real poet

since I have all of these books

of poetry that I plan

to have read someday.

~Noah Berlatsky

 

Afternoon of March 16, 2023

 

 

change reaction

 

one

fist

raised

in anger

against the power

multiplies exponentially

~Joseph Farley

eviction day

dragged from his tent

at the homeless encampment

an unkempt man shows the cops

his Purple Heart

~John J. Dunphy

Base Metal

There was no golden age.

This is no golden century.

We must take the lead we find

and learn the art of alchemy.

~Joseph Farley

Cassandra

You have the right to remain silent,

To anything you say, no one will listen.

Open your mouth in an empty scream

emitting sound so high or low

that no one can hear.

~Joseph Farley

Even A Dog Knows

A beaten dog whines in the night, but not too loud for fear of another kick.

A beaten dog knows that love and loyalty are only words recited in the dark

to mask the fact of the leash and the hand that holds it.

A beaten dog, as all dogs do, will look up at the full moon and feel the urge to howl,

but his lungs fail him as he longs not just to shout greeting but to go to that cold satellite

or any other place where no one will beat him even though they still may walk on him.

~Joseph Farley

O’ Just a Trail Any

 

On my journey to nowhere where nothing was found.

I slept when the moon came and listen to its restless unheard sound.

 

By morning with much regret, I forgot the nothingness my restless

Heart and mind was set. There was no song left to rhyme and

 

If reason escape me. I was not the one it would find.

~Marchell Dyon

women's day . . .

I gift mimosas to

my mother

~Bipasha Majumder (De)

weekend laundry

on a quick spin

Ferris wheels

~Rupa Anand

Concrete geisha unearthing

lunch

on mars.

~Noah Berlatsky

Looking Forward and Back

I dream of tomorrow

and the day before yesterday.

while today,

today is just a pain in the ass.

~Joseph Farley

Next To Nothing

When all you have is nothing

or next to it

you hold on to what little you have.

Guard your mango and your rags

for it is all that separates you

from being nothing yourself.

~Joseph Farley

Progress

I prefer to think of it as standing

in the same place

while technology goes backwards

more slowly.

~Noah Berlatsky