hitching a ride
in
the wrong direction
night birds
~Anne Fox
the
prize inside
all our cereals…
microplastic
~Anne
Fox
just
a bluebird
between the monster
and me
~Anne Fox
garden
gnome
the pagan
in all of us
~Anne Fox
A Poem That Wouldn’t Exist Without Auden
Poetry makes nothing happen.
Sometimes though,
something we need
is for nothing to happen.
~Noah Berlatsky
so is our universe
dying in ten to the power of
seventy eight years
~Tejendra Sherchan
flesh
and bones
laid to rest
on the grill
~Jiel Narvekar
all
rush
to the hot seat
the tortoise trudges on
~Jiel Narvekar
a small cottage
among trees
never will
grow
up
~Ivan Georgiev
dead level
counting potholes
on the road
~Ivan Georgiev
Fleeting, rushing, hugging, better,
Slipping, losing, gripping, never.
Squeezing, quenching, catch forever,
Burn myself into something better.
~Hannah Terry
Years
Later
Worry, fear, peace of mind.
Separate from friends,
Lightning overhead.
Sheltered from the storm,
Happily alone.
“Danger to myself” no more than ripples in the lake.
~Hannah Terry
semicolon . . .
the wrist tattoo known
all too well
~Randy Brooks
winging it
without a retirement plan
blue heron
~Randy Brooks
A Stretching Yearn To End
Dusty book pages
for Souls imprisoned alone
… where other Hearts beat
golden to warm melodies
of Summers not out of reach.
~Paul Tristram
A
perfect inertia
An empty beer can in the stagnant pond...
A perfect inertia.
~Partha Sarkar
floating
in the koi pond
plastic bottle
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
consolation prize
falling in love
with his fedora
~Stephanie Zepherelli
just as we are
no preservatives
or artificial colors
~Stephanie Zepherelli
nightly sleepwalk
demons and
ghosts
serve
chamomile tea
~Stephanie Zepherelli
empty skies running away from nothing
~Stephanie Zepherelli
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