I’ve
read and studied
but still I cannot fathom
how a zipper
works
~James Penha
the
living dead
offer me leftovers
—a
middle finger
all
I wanted
was
a Kit Kat
~Sharon
Ferrante
If
the Day Was a Zebra
A
zebra day is no-frills simple, choices are black and white, no gray.
Boundaries are defined. I
start here. You start there. I’m always a
vegetarian on a zebra day. There is no latest diet fad. I
know my
herd, I know where I belong on a zebra day. And mine know me. I know
my enemies
on a zebra day. I know I can run or fight. I don’t need
to ask my therapist what to do. I don’t
need therapy. I am what you
see. Take it or leave it.
~Nolcha
Fox
adrift
down the stream of consciousness without a paddle
~Mark
Meyer
between
two slices of rye death poem
~Roberta
Beach Jacobson
the
bloody truth I cut myself on Occam's razor
~Mark
Meyer
one
footprint by the shallow grave
~Elliot Diamond
critique
of pure reason a fruitful dialectic with a fruit fly
~Mark
Meyer
Fleas
in the morning lie dormant – rouse in afternoon autumn sun
~Julie
A. Dickson
nothingness
for dummies two-hundred-six pages of nada
~Mark
Meyer
bargain
basement clearance a mixed bag of overused emotions
~Mark
Meyer
divorce
final
I
add more pineapple
to
the pizza
~Sharon
Ferrante
A
Götterdämmerung Vibe
“Look
at those people. Hammering in the windows,
scaling
the walls of the Capitol.”
“And
that noose! The one meant for Pence.”
“The
dude hanging from a balcony in the Senate chamber.”
“The
guy with the painted face and horned helmet.”
“All
egged on by the sore loser. Amazing.”
“Twilight
of the gods.”
“Wagner
would have killed for this story.
And
by ‘Wagner’ I mean the Russian mercenaries.”
~Charles
Rammelkamp
deadly
nightshade
I
water everything
beyond
the gate
even
poison
has
a whisper
when
it drips
~Sharon
Ferrante
Outsider
Art
I
am a found object,
claimed
at the roadside
on
your journey
toward
the afterlife.
What
shall we create
of
such good fortune
but
a world
where
our lonesome,
tethered
souls
can,
at last, be free?
~Kelly
Moyer