Knucklebone
Outside the moon is
a knucklebone and someone
is staging a post-
post-modernist production
of Our Town in the old black
box theater of my dreams.
~Jason Ryberg
Passing
Truck
How many lifetimes
ago did that passing truck
cause the coffee in
your cup to ripple, the plates
in the cupboard to rattle?
~Jason
Ryberg
The djinn came out of the desert,
its wrath whirling like brains of sand
~David
C. Kopaska-Merkel
Walkin’ Boss
On days like this (one
hundred-plus in the shade and
no breeze), the sun is
a mean walkin’ boss with a
loaded cane, mirrors for eyes
and a big dog on a chain.
~Jason
Ryberg
Out Here
Underground rivers
of memory, country grave-
yards of secrets; out
here, the winters are always
old black and white photographs.
~Jason
Ryberg
intermittent sleep
sneaking through the cracks
poem lyrics
~Fatma
Zohra Habis
Blind Eye
There’s been a prison-
break of poets, tonight, and
the hound dogs and guards
are all out in force, but the
moon is casting a blind eye.
~Jason
Ryberg
the stars come to us with their histories
the ones just arrived
have the longest stories to tell
~Steve
Horel
The World Below
The night sky is a
giant fishnet scattered with
its daily haul of
glittering starfish and the
world below is an endless
dark ocean of prairie grass.
~Jason
Ryberg
night
and day you are the pawn
~John H. Dromey
variable star
if you don't like the weather
wait a minute
~David
C. Kopaska-Merkel
Ho Bug!
Don’t go near my garden
There lives the snake
Who works with me.
~Steve
Horel
circus peanut
2am
she fashions a trapeze
from a fishing pole
~for Simone
Jean-Paul Moyer/Kelly Sauvage Moyer
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