Afternoon of June 10, 2023

there's something going on between the evening breeze and the mimosa

~Patrick Sweeney

I only like the idea of pink cotton candy

~Patrick Sweeney

cardboard people ghost to ghost

~Sharon Ferrante

he was convinced an archangel snapped the fan belt

~Patrick Sweeney

if they ask you, say a zinnia in the sun

~Patrick Sweeney

politics results may vary

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

the time I got caught at dusk with secret polynomials

~Patrick Sweeney

 

single drop of sky wedding

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

in that dark cellar I rolled mercury in my palm

~Patrick Sweeney

 

It is dark as night

Static fills the air

Just before the rain

If only

The rest of life

Were as predictable

~Jennifer Gurney

Morning of June 7, 2023

chronic pain

a closet full

of neck pillows

~Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

The Pit of Self-assessment

How did I end up here?

Busy following you,

I stumbled, fell into-a-pit.

Dark; smooth sides; can’t get a grip.

Hear someone coming.

No point to yelling.

Lost my voice.

Not true; gave it to you.

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

Cat’s paw

Taps daylight on carpet

Imaginary friend

~Jennifer Gurney

judging me

for sleeping in

cat

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Someday

Someday

I'll forget it,

This poem about this

poem. The tree shivers, alive.

It stops.

~Noah Berlatsky

staring at me

motives unknown

three owls

~Stephanie Zepherelli

train station tea —

another story of

severed limbs

~Daipayan Nair

Mornng of June 6, 2023

reproductive freedom

a story

about sea beasts

~Kelly Moyer

penniless i become a proper wildflower

~Kelly Moyer

the dangle

of her privilege

coffeeshop earrings

~Kelly Moyer

gum wrappers

discarding

our last illusions

~Kelly Moyer

gin rummy

relationship caulking

house of cards

~Richard Bailly

wood nymphs

reclaiming

my lost toenail

~Kelly Moyer

wet paint the world to my liking

~Kelly Moyer

clean smith wooden bee

~J. D. Nelson

(crow) I win! I win! I win!

~J. D. Nelson

disguised in the water in the woods

~J. D. Nelson

electric together I’m only a prince

~J. D. Nelson

a common centaur in the egg for too long

~J. D. Nelson

beach weather scheduling the biopsy

~Kelly Moyer

the children we were crippled stars

~Kelly Moyer