Afternoon of April 10, 2024

 

beginning to learn my bit part in the cosmic peekaboo

~Patrick Sweeney

unless I am corrupt never it could not

~J. D. Nelson

the mystical ardor in which she picks up a stone

~Patrick Sweeney

in the tree canopy nesting warheads

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

scraping the full-belly comments in the garbage can

~Patrick Sweeney

black mail blots in my lover’s copybook

~Patricia Hawkhead

fly is lectured idea rays

~J. D. Nelson

spider sense

at the base of my skull

the cup of his hand

~Patricia Hawkhead

A weather forecast—

It will not rain in some days.

Suddenly it began to storm and rain.

I bow down to nature—

The unpredictable met office.

~Partha Sarkar

highways closed yet

wind speeds at 100

miles per hour

~Jennifer Gurney

street art

canvases abandoned

at the curb

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

listen bub, unloading their carts

nobody wants a lecture

on the history of cinnamon

~Patrick Sweeney

Those

are not

my

packages.

~Noah Berlatsky

all these years, the number of leaves on a shamrock

~Patrick Sweeney

spoon fed thin soup indeed

~dan smith

in eschatological terror of long-range planning

~Patrick Sweeney

sliced green apple praying hands

~J. D. Nelson

the Uber driver has a solution to the smash and grab

~Patrick Sweeney

Afternoon of April 9, 2024

 

Social Anxiety

Approach social structures:

Fall apart immediately.

~Thomas Skahill

People travel hundreds of miles

for 4 minute eclipse

crosstown visit to see grandma too far

~Peter A. Witt

5 fleas

on the cold moon

dancing to spring

~Elliot Diamond

total eclipse

animals and endtimers

run for cover

~David Josephsohn

MTG says eclipse is warning from god

god says MTG needs a fact check

~Peter A. Witt

And how did it happen

that the sun and moon are in the same sky?

~Fhen M.

Duck, duck, duck

goose, goose, goose

splatter, spatter, splatter

doesn't matter, matter, matter

~Peter A. Witt

old frog

the sound of water

or ChatGPT

~Noah Berlatsky

Razor blades work better

than rollerblades when shaving

~Peter A. Witt

Almost every Easter, even though no spring chicken, I have a challenge with Easter eggs.

sugar moon

needing some sort of self control

chocolate Easter eggs

~Madeleine Kavanagh

palm reading the future I never wanted to know

~Mona Bedi

what katydid beneath the moon

~Tracy Davidson

dragons in the phoenix nest

your tax dollars

at work

~Mike Fainzilber

from irresistible

to invisible

middle age

~Mike Fainzilber

Kegari

Oh and no,

as yet I mold

an old

ugly soul

born for need

of control.

~Thomas Skahill

childhood…

when fairy tales

were a reality

~Mona Bedi

Morning of April 6, 2024

shadow on the wall flower

~Jennifer Gurney

waiting for the other shoe bam

~Jennifer Gurney

 

 

 

Touch me with your silent hand

You'll never touch me with your hand

Don't kiss me

My cheeks are too cold for my lips

I won't kiss you

Your cheeks are too cold for tears

Love flutters in the air like a butterfly

Love is still in the air just like it was in the beginning



Everything goes back to its place

You are without me and I am alone

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Corporeal Lit Mag)

 

 

first date already finishing each other’s sentences soulmates

~Jennifer Gurney

pluck out my eyes at night

draw my pupils during the day

take the trash out of my head

I love you to the point of madness

my head is full of garbage from the past

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Corporeal Lit Mag)

The remittent fever and the broken second empire

The drooping North Star. (The night never gets black)

The intensive arrets in the monastery.

Flies like a machine, the cream of anatomy of the soul.

Has been seeing the oddities of the wisdom the flight of the birds.

But surprisingly, there is egoism in death.

That means, will the monk leave the monastery?

No hole knows where the plain is.

Someone pinions the fire at the decayed knee.

Comes the letter from floodstriken waters.

~Partha Sarkar

on the wall of the Jerusalem café

no smoking

peace pipes allowed

~Daniel Birnbaum

lonely

I listen to the satnav

to drive home

~Daniel Birnbaum

sea wind

going to die in a plastic bag

the seabream

~Daniel Birnbaum

if not for totality God

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

who planned the eclipse during the standardized testing window

~Jennifer Gurney