Evening of January 24, 2024

collecting snowflakes

with almost no effort

tuba

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

bleak midwinter–

longest stretch outside

mailrun

~Jennifer Gurney

watching my breath freeze

hanging in midair

I wait for the bus

~Jennifer Gurney

photo album

proof we were once

a family

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Rapunzel’s faux pas

using harsh conditioners

she lets her hair down

~John H. Dromey

About Dinosaurs

What joy! What happiness!

While my grandchildren play

And dream about dinosaurs

I, at their innocent age

Played with El Jabato comics.

~Daniel de Culla

nowhere feels safe

if somebody can shoot

the president

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Gödel, man, go

Tarski and such

play Peano

their set

merely theory.

The audience goes wild

judging it to be

sufficiently axiomatized

however incomplete.

~dan smith

a sad clerk making sense in the dollar store

~Robert Witmer

rubber soul

a long playing record

left to skip

~Robert Witmer

the conspiracist

goes fishing

a can of worms

~Robert Witmer

fortune teller

at the tiller

a small boat banking

on a wave

goodbye

~Robert Witmer

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

~Françoise Maurice

he wanted the right of way in a random universe

~Patrick Sweeney