Morning of March 26, 2023


mindfulness wherever you go there you are

~Mona Bedi



Ouroborus


snake devours tail

man bites dust

wave and particle

one duality

~Fay L. Loomis



Decide for Joy

We stand before the red door.

It is sorrow. We must decide.

The door falls on us. That is the decision.

We are flat as a door.

It is hard to see anything but red when there is a red door on you.

And you are flat.

Everything is now decided.

We will open the door and sorrow will walk through us.

Any minute now we will get up.

~Noah Berlatsky



fallow fields

this need to be left alone

~Mona Bedi



April sun we too were young once

~Mona Bedi



Quicklime


I added a layer of corrosive powder

when I releveled the backyard bricks we BBQ on.

Still, the anthill urban sprawl sprawls.

That makes me the parasite on their property.

Outwitted, now I must find a way to be a symbiote.

When I spill my drink, we drink the same margherita.

They build cities under a map of my pheromones.

Are they making a risky treaty, or a confident incursion?

~Terry Trowbridge



I’ve done more cleaning

Since I woke up today

Than in my whole life

~Jennifer Gurney



paper cut

how deep this

grief

~Mona Bedi



The mystery

Of what tomorrow will bring

Is the gift

~Jennifer Gurney



small town

the silence that grows

within me

~Mona Bedi



Evening of March 25, 2023

florida sunshine

a robin’s vacation

from frozen dinners

~Linda L Ludwig



first pitch . . .

I catch the snowball

right in my face

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



Disillusioned Bourbon Street Blues Bar Haiku

Gin Blossom covers?!?

If Bo Diddley wasn’t dead,

we’d want him to be.

~Chad Parenteau



truth results may vary

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



Easter

my lap dancer completely nude

except for bunny ears

~John J. Dunphy



Partial List

Dis pair of pants

Dis pair of shoes

Dis pair of gloves

Dis pair of eyes

Dis pair of hands

Dis pair of breasts

Dis pair of futile endeavors

Dis pair of pointless conversations

Dis pair of superficial relationships

Dis pair of long-dead gods

~Kelly Moyer



Day before spring break

Trying to teach anything

Pointless

~Jennifer Gurney



Gone Not F’gotten
 

Most nights, the moonshine

clouds my constitution.

Still, I say a tender prayer

for the toenail I lost 

up in them hills, where

the thicket bled the boulders.

Bless its heart, 

the thing shimmered to the last.

~Kelly Moyer


Afternoon of March 25, 2023


a tailor

hanging by a thread

gets the scissors

~Eavonka Ettinger



sky shepherd

tends her fluffy clouds

the sun beams

~Eavonka Ettinger



world war III

avoiding my fear with

serial killer shows

~Eavonka Ettinger



mom finally

learns to text

lpbr you teo’

~Eavonka Ettinger



I am still waiting – 

for the Undercover Boss edition 

when Jesus shows up incognito 

in one of those self-righteous 

racist, sexist, homophobic 

evangelical churches 

and fires everyone. 

~ Todd Matson 



a prayer for the eight-legged soul of the spider

~Patrick Sweeney



barefoot on the sharp stones of my hosannas

~Patrick Sweeney



object permanence

the peek-a-boo

of old age

~Patrick Sweeney



I'm the foreigner coughing on the crowded train

~Patrick Sweeney



maybe the trees have their own names for each other

~Patrick Sweeney




traveling light –

a suitcase

full of dreams

~Bonnie J Scherer



baggage carousel …

picking up

where we left off

~Bonnie J Scherer