at the mercy
of capricious gods:
a ship of fools
~Jerome Berglund
pie-eyed Dorothy Parker drags her broken-legged zebras on a rainy leash
~Patrick Sweeney
Fleas
and Lice
with a nod to Robert Frost
Some say the
world will succumb to fleas.
Some say lice.
From what I
know of desire and "itchies",
I hold with those who
favor fleas!
But if I had to think and scratch twice,
I
think I know enough of infestations
to say that lice also work
nice...
and will suffice
...especially on old farm
cats.
~Thomas A. Thrun
Brief Bio - COVID
Hard-wired to
know no boundaries,
have no filter,
honor no relationship,
keep no curfews, and have no friends.
Thus, enviable. In the Land of Virion,
the green-eyed monster is alive and well.
~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
another wedding invitation
— seven year itch
~Wanda Amos
as I turn my thoughts to faraway things, she wants me to do something about the wasps
~Patrick Sweeney
still
some way off the mountain improvising buddha jazz
~Herb
Tate
she thinks Othello overreacted
~Patrick Sweeney
eyes wide open the bedwetter's first sleep-over
~Patrick Sweeney
listening to mother’s knitting unravelling grandmother’s pearls
~Herb Tate
stealing
through a crack in the door
another
moment
stolen
~Herb Tate
obsolete
part
good for nothing
in latest model
~Jerome Berglund
blue morning
I steal a ring
from Saturn
~Sharon Ferrante
El
Diablo
last orders
barflies sticky drinking
mixing feet
~Herb Tate
his last request—
dusting the dust off
Ashes to Ashes
~Herb Tate
mild enough
to catch hell
tax brackets
~Jerome Berglund
mistle thrush
seeds in the air
of Christmas kisses
~Herb Tate
Christmas carolers outside my door
I give them a $20 bill
to stop singing
~John J. Dunphy
city—
pigeon
~Sharon Ferrante
highlight of my formal education
playing Wipe Out
on my desk
~Patrick Sweeney