Afternoon of December 27, 2024


 

Intertwined fingers stuck in tangled hair

And now she's a widow

~Mykyta Ryzhykh




Someone is watering the lilacs that grew instead of a cemetery

~Mykyta Ryzhykh




And the ant under your feet is me.

~Mykyta Ryzhykh




not in pairs


He bought a batch of identical pair of socks.

I told him I was going to put

all the left-hand socks in one pile

and all the right-hand socks in another pile.

It will be easier, I said.

He said ok.

~Marie Derley


 

 

the downpour


through my window

the scarred trees sway

by the clouds

a little rain

through my hatches

call me Admiral Nelson

and I'll build an island here

with a little rain

~Marie Derley




No one will cry. This disappearance will be eternal. Like dew on a mirror. Everything was

locked from the inside.

~Mykyta Ryzhykh



A coded message was transmitted in the form of a corpse. It all started when dad went to 

get vodka and I didn't even know then that I had a dad.

~Mykyta Ryzhykh


 

 

the final judgement


according to religion, someday it will be the end of the world

the righteous rewarded and the wicked punished.

The question is, what are they waiting for?

~Marie Derley




lost and found

shopper asks about

his missing chakra

~John J. Dunphy




departing geese my unfinished love story

~Mona Bedi




menopause the changing shape of water

~Mona Bedi



scratching round the corner of my thoughts a fly

~Katherine E Winnick



my body within these walls the skin breathes

~Katherine E Winnick



oak moon dad tells me his life story

~Mona Bedi



this wish to let go dandelion seeds

~Mona Bedi



river stones—

i too become better

with age

~Mona Bedi



end of the year —

the last supper

of expired oats

~R. Suresh babu




Every year

is like the last year

but worse.

~Noah Berlatsky

 

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