Evening of September 20, 2022

chameleon party

no one knows

who’s who

~Daya Bhat

my garden lexicon

eyecandytuft

churchbellflowers

uptickseed

magnificatmint

sandhillcranesbill

boogiewoogiebugleweed

proseofsharon

inthelimelighthydrangea

outfoxglove

daiquiris

~Debbie Strange

and but so

then by which why  —

dragonfly 

~Herb Tate

on a high mountain

looking for fish —

hooting, with laughter

~Herb Tate

aquarium music

fish mouthing

the words

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

a bumblebee pollinates you

in your sleep, you wake up

alone again 

~Kyle Hemmings

Afternoon of September 20, 2022

cobalt horizon

in a cosmonaut’s helmet

the buzz

~Anna Cates

fourth dimension

tethered to the taxi

moon and i

~Daya Bhat

waxing under the moon starlet

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

moon migrants

we run out of

cherry soda

~Kyle Hemmings

meteor sizzling

above the bog—

night fall

full of frogs,

strange foreboding

~Anna Cates

in dreams still stirring

even taking flight—

Pegasus

~Anna Cates

wedding date

countdown to the clash

of planets

~Daya Bhat

Morning of September 20, 2022

cat tail

i wish we could talk...

we can, 

even if we only

scratch the surface

~Pat Geyer

dust bunnies

playing hide-and-seek …

I hide they seek

~Bonnie J Scherer

powering

a new fuel source

magic beans

~C.X. Turner

cinnamon-scented

the void baked into her

                      

                 muffin tin

~Kelly Moyer

evening hour

in the back garden

i solve myself

~Richa Sharma

      holy leaves

growing caterpillars

      the new year

~Jerome Berglund

flat stones in a childhood game the stingray's disk

~Amoolya Kamalnath

bit the pillow down in nine seconds

~Robert Fleming

leaving Alabama

 

on the highway

a flattened armadillo

 

between

one state

and the next

~Keith Evetts

waking up Weltschmerz

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

home from the store...

in a brown bag

a brown recluse

~Pat Geyer

(in)festival

~Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo

death by magic fairy tales

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Afternoon of September 17, 2022

chair, occasionally

~petro c.k.

the kafkaesqueness of a cockroach pacing the bedroom

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

Ukraine

a yearning

for the mundane

~Keith Evetts

night rain

an inverted bucket

somewhere

~Daipayan Nair

lab rats

teach each other

to open their cages

silence follows

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

beauty contest for plastic mannequins

~Mircea Moldovan

obsessed with flamingos snowbird

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

artistic detachment

the tilt

of her mushroom cap

~Kelly Moyer

morning dawns

the tide goes out...

fools rush in

~Pat Geyer

collect your ashes; make tea

~Luke Brannon

decaying matter of fact in the frozen account

~John Hawkhead

my landline call twenty years too late

~Bonnie J Scherer

she wolf the cold blue of dawn

~John Hawkhead

phantom flea the itch is real

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

pelican't

~petro c.k.

Morning of September 17, 2022

out of her hair

itchy fleas and nagging

relatives

~A.J. Anwar

Bite
My meal means maelstrom in the mouth,

strange sense, secretions by the buds,

aromas acting as they should,

trigger to tingle under tongue,

sharp shooting zest to meet the test,

those first incisors, firebrand taste,

tandoori chicken, bite of breast.

~Stephen Kingsnorth

flea leaves dog

to find himself . . .

only finds me

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

worm moon

his snoring crawling

into our ears

~Minal Sarosh

Sickle
An itch is scratchy, such a nerve,

      prolonged by scratching, itchy more,

the cycle that keeps earth alive,

      sickle on to stooks, stacks, grain,

but why such happy miller’s song,

if garnered future soon laid waste?

~Stephen Kingsnorth

sickle moon

mother’s angry look

when I am late

~Minal Sarosh

 

digging up a resemblance

doll's face

~Richa Sharma

               on

         rainy days

  the umbrella grasps 

               me

                by

               the

             handle

~Bonnie J Scherer

in the dark

beyond the cellar door...

long legs crawl

through the cobwebs

of a hidden life

~Pat Geyer

Evening of September 13, 2022

space landing

the sentient being

recognises me

~C.X. Turner

reshuffle—

Pluto now just Mickey’s

dog

~A.J. Anwar

The Nah-Nah Men
They soak themselves

with cloying cologne

and head out towards

the twilight zone.

Once in the bars

they shine like gems:

the avatars of ATMs.

~Frank William Finney

dark silence and then the scream of stars

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

subtle curve of a planet

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

all those stars…

the everlasting cold

of the Second Law

~Keith Evetts

Orange exopla(net)

raisins in cratered porridge—

goldilocks orbit.

~Damon Hubbs

global warming

help arrives

from another planet

~C.X. Turner

dividing line

we walk on either side

of the night

~Richa Sharma

Morning of September 13, 2022

vultures:

     the party

          in their eyes

~A.J. Anwar

twisted path of a fly in my eye

~Mircea Moldovan

moss

how the green spreads

in his eyes

~Minal Sarosh

in sects

the rest of us sometimes

crushable…

~A.J. Anwar

Aztec

death whistles

the screams

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

dry bones the rattle of her wondertale

~Kelly Moyer

pseudopodia swish-swashing

~Amoolya Kamalnath

rusted lock

a whisper answers

the knock

~Arvinder Kaur

when 

your name 

comes up on 

your caller ID 

dare to answer 

~Todd Matson 

3D printing my fears

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

with all good intentions stinging nettle

~Arvinder Kaur

barbaric barber the shave

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

insomnia –  

the beach 

where dreams 

invade consciousness 

~Todd Matson

the rabbit

at the end

of the poem

~Luke Brannon