Evening of December 23, 2024

  

 

crocheted lace

the gaps

in my feminism

~words and image Kelly Moyer

—death poem:

to "punctuate";

(or!) not ...?

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

ghosts

of christmas past

haunt my television

~Melissa Dennison

storm front

sipping coffee the color

of the sky

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

tuning her guitar

steam rising

from the subway grate

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

unlocking her door

she suspects

nothing

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

my brain

has decided

to play this memory

forever

thanks, brain

~Noah Berlatsky

autumn deepens

in old photo album

lost silence

~Fatma Zohra Habis

the room where it happens just visiting

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

crossing

the river styx...

ancestors rush to greet me

~Melissa Dennison

snapping

at my heels

  r

  e

  j

  e

  c

  t

 bites

  o

  n

~Melissa Dennison

new year's inbox:

same old ads

and sales

~Melissa Dennison

wizened oak

a tree upon which to hang

your memory

~words and image Kelly Moyer

from the line art of Molly Harrison

Afternoon of December 22, 2024

 

 

winter night

this silence inside

and out

~Debarati Sen

hothouse flowers . . .

between outcomes

just a matter of degrees

    redirecting force

    Iceland

~petro c.k.

& Jerome Berglund

My insomnia is not worthless

for I have written a bad poem.

~Noah Berlatsky

Goes far yawning yawning

Three points of philosophy.

Yawning...yawning...yawning.

Three points of revolution.

Yawning...yawning..,.awning.

Three points of life...

Rustling...chirping...hissing.

Goes far yawning yawning.

Either a human or the profit.

~Partha Sarkar

prayer sent

13 billion light years

of mostly nothing

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

slow movement

towards and away

the old master

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

the senator's

serpentine tongue

reading the room

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

volcanic pools

waiting for your bones

just a push

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

self care destruction

~Jerome Berglund

web made visible the struggling fly

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

stale mints stalemate

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

a beam beams through lexical cracks

~Vijay Prasad

whatever details Neptune won’t tell us

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

tomentosa even hyphenated

~Jerome Berglund

six continents

recoalesce

you need your space

~Richard Magahiz

pseudopods

on the grass

don't tell the HOA

~Richard Magahiz

earth rotates the sun

at 107,000 kilometers per hour

so do I then

~Tejendra Sherchan

world imprisoned

in the social distance circle

three years

~Tejendra Sherchan

agreed upon safe word fait accompli

~Jerome Berglund

 

Morning of December 19, 2024

 

sparrowsong

the girl i remember

myself to be

~words and image Kelly Moyer

from an original line drawing by Molly Harrison

stars?

or holes punched in the top

of my box

~Anne Fox

star navigation…

I find my way

back to earth

~Anne Fox

unpacking…

all the ants

from our old house

~Anne Fox

imagination

a butterfly without

its predators

~Tejendra Sherchan

It’s not fun

To be one of the plates

With no direction

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Wasted words

Among geraniums

Trying again

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

No escape. It waits.

The laundry.

~Noah Berlatsky

my day

folds and unfolds

clean sheets

~Jennifer Gurney

skating

on the edge

of life

~Jennifer Gurney

etched

in the back of my mind

past-life birthdays

Roberta Beach Jacobson

rain on pavement

car tires shatter the stoplight

into red fragments

~Diane Webster

skylight

illuminates

escape

~Diane Webster

 

 

gallery lighting

the second wife’s

tramp stamp

~words and image Kelly Moyer