Morning of September 23, 2022

full disclosure

what resides beneath

the lampshade

~Kelly Moyer

person, ghost, light

who is the common ancestor

~Kyle Hemmings

cancun honeymoon

they become savants

of selfies

~Kyle Hemmings

demolishing sand castles, day's order

~Mircea Moldovan

a hole in the prairie dog moon

~Robert Witmer

sawdust protected our torsos

from the treacherous sun with its tusks

remember, dearest,

please:

you eyes were actual aquamarines;

poetry knows the secrets bumblebees conceal

~Richard Magahiz

alcohol swab

I narrate

my hobbies

~Daipayan Nair

egosurfing

not long before

the ship sinks

~Daya Bhat

fast rap

grandma’s lullaby

gets a makeover

~Daya Bhat

mosquito

I clap

to kill

~Daipayan Nair

swatter

fly’s short lifespan

even shorter

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

my blood the horsefly laps it up

~Mark Gilbert

Afternoon of September 21, 2022

you were meant

to sing and dance and love— 

you fools

~Herb Tate

Paul Newman Looks for a Job

Behind the eight ball,

queuing for a job,

hairdresser for the bald,

the cranially compromised,

gleaming in the fluorescent light,

a hustler with blue eyes

whistles Dixie to a waitress

with purple peepers,

while George C. Scott

sends goslings to the front.

~Robert Witmer

long story short

those guys did have

a vengeful god

~Richard Magahiz

      fibbing ‘bout clean sheets

haven’t washed ‘em never will

      line of succession

~Jerome Berglund

mountain cairn

the quest for validation

of a name

~Keith Evetts

existential crisis

you have

one new notification

~Kelly Moyer

the new fascism of the brain

taking control of my voice 

until I am only an echo

~Kyle Hemmings

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