Morning of January 23, 2024


sunrise

a headless bird

takes flight

~Mike Fainzilber



painful sight

the politician

unmasked

~Mike Fainzilber




Journey


you do not want to be me

too many pained lives

have passed through this body

on their journey home

~Ann Christine Tabaka



I emerge

from my prey

looking for love

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




fairy's curse

she knew when guys

were lying

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel



frost fingers

topography

of Faerie

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel



if they didn't

look so much like celery

interstellar war

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel



outer space sightseeing

tour guide points out

the remains of Major Tom

~John J. Dunphy



oil drops on a wet road

swirling galaxies

~Steve Van Allen



euphemisms pricking the oyster's ear

~Kelly Moyer



tumbleweeds

the blessings we count

while drinking sand

~Kelly Moyer



plot devices detonating at the edge of vermilion

~Kelly Moyer

 

Afternoon of January 22, 2024

 

introvert holding onto my exoskeleton

~Mona Bedi



Life is a spin in the dryer. I can be a dryer ball, banging my brain out in a heated drum. I

can be the lint that’s tossed in the trash. I can be my favorite sweater, ragged with

overuse, warm and ready for another day. It’s my choice.

~Nolcha Fox



the last time

I arrived early

preemie

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



shoulder to shoulder: air-dropping love notes

~Patrick Sweeney



house of cards queens at the window

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



I turn my head to see my shadow’s chin

~Glenn Ingersoll



twins

a year apart

nevermore

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



windows up, doors locked: passing through the bad neighborhood of my mind

~Patrick Sweeney



pole-vaulting polar extremes in my thrift-shop jacket

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



lapping waves

the conversations

we never have

~Mona Bedi



If I could only steal the moon

to stop the howling of the wolves.

~Fhen M.



sidewalk

as surprised as I am

a crow

~Franรงoise Maurice



he wanted the right of way in a random universe

~Patrick Sweeney

Afternoon of January 19, 2024

 


snowflakes on my tongue

the beginning

of a new language

~Michele Rule



wool blanket

I curl up without feeling

the itch

~Michele Rule



seeing the world as it really is mantis shrimp

~dan smith



the snake in my stomach is hunting a toy mouse

~Mykyta Ryzhykh



garden mouse

now I’m on the side

of the small things

~Timothy Daly



New Year’s Eve I drop before Times Square

~Jennifer Gurney



humility digs up the plague

~Mykyta Ryzhykh



p    r    o    c    r    a    s    t    i    n    a    t    i    o    n 

~Jennifer Gurney



I gave to the church

later the casino

certain I would win

~James Penha



you are the dream

of someone suffering

from insomnia

~Mykyta Ryzhykh



What if my life

is not wild and precious?

 

Leave my dumpy life alone.

~Noah Berlatsky



subzero night

scratching at my back door

the feral cat

~John J. Dunphy



sand fleas

how can I live with you

it bites

~Sharon Ferrante



joining the circus flea-bitten dog

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



warning to a werewolf


you bark, you bite;

not considering

i am waiting until the

right moment to 

drive a silver stake through

your heart.

~linda m. crate 



The Potato Eaters,

my family in the old house.

~Fhen M.



when I started playing tunes

with test tubes

I knew I had to leave Britain

and science

so I quit my prestigious PhD

and moved to Paris

to become a mediocre philosopher

a distracted piano player

and an even worse

poet

~Timothy Daly



curious eyes

the dragon asks

if I’m real

~Sharon Ferrante