Afternoon of April 10, 2023

Springtime groceries

Strawberries, asparagus

Cadbury eggs

~Jennifer Gurney

year of the rabbit holes

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

hotel corridor —

the glowing memory of

a tungsten lamp

~Debarati Sen

mind jungle

synapsis vines

monkey around

~Marjorie Pezzoli

colonels

counting kernels of corn

war room

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

deep space

exploratory surgery

weed wacking

~Marjorie Pezzoli

when does “never good enough” end

~Linda L Ludwig

tiny white blossoms

no idea what they are

on the compost pile

~Kathy Watts

April sights

Tulips bursting forth

The mailman in shorts

~Jennifer Gurney

pink camellias

these run over by the truck

this one by the bike

~Kathy Watts

store workers

unpacking fresh bursts

of ammo

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

parallel lives

vanishing point

rendezvous

~Marjorie Pezzoli

Everything is better if you rebuild it

as a giant super robot.

~Noah Berlatsky

Afternoon of April 8, 2023

 spring equinox coding the hillside for color

~John Pappas

she blooms

picks herself

~Sharon Ferrante

unwintering

the garden

and me

~John Pappas

Lion roars in the savanna

at midnight, shushed

by sleeping llamas

and fire ants

~Peter A. Witt

she feels foggy

morning passes

through an iron gate

all she wants

is to become

morning

~Sharon Ferrante

Off The Pot

Today is the day

Not tomorrow, but today

Procrastinating is over

Being too busy is done

Today I finish

Today it happens

Today . . . oh, I have a doctor's appointment

Oh, and all that shopping

Oh, my boss just sent me an email

Well, maybe tomorrow then

~Miguel Lampiris

praying to the woman who burned clothespins for warmth

~Patrick Sweeney

Another spring poem

 

but this one isn’t the same since

the doctor told me not to rake

old leaves, uncover flower beds

 

so I sit and look  at crocuses peeking out

from winter-worn patches of ground

dead leaves, laying flat, decayed

 

I think that I might lie down among

them – this spring just isn’t the same

~Julie A. Dickson

cherry petals nirvana's rate of exchange

~Patrick Sweeney

end of war

the dark side of moon

~Bidyutprabha Gantayat

Dandelions, pimples

hogwash, politics

damsels, butterscotch –

words that want nothing

to do with each other

~Peter A. Witt

nose of the goldfish pressed against the bag

~Patrick Sweeney

slipping into echo fish flop

~John Pappas

from the factory to the sea green screams

~John Pappas

April Fools' Day

I break an Easter egg

dyed raw

~John J. Dunphy

When you are a cat

the world past the window

is filled with things

that might be birds.

~Noah Berlatsky

Morning of April 6, 2023

Go Boldly

I shall tint your cheeks

the hue of a buttercup,

plucked from the end

of your shortest pencil,

for what are whispers

amid the hoarding

of thieves but melons,

stripped of their salt?

~Kelly Moyer

his fingers part the grackle of oysters

~Mark Gilbert

a distant ant

from the hills

family reunion

~Robert Witmer

Insomnia

gives you a lot of time to think about

insomnia.

~Noah Berlatsky

counting calories …

one thousand

two thousand

three thousand …

~Mark Gilbert

bottom line

the darkness that troubles

our prophets

~Robert Witmer

bluebell

foxglove

herb

robert

lily

of

the

valley

of

depression

~Mark Gilbert

Footnote

Girlfriend, my moon’s too full

to be eclipsed by your caesura.

So, I’m stitching a rat’s ass

into your celebratory shawl.

From here on out, no oyster

shall go ungilded. I will shuck

the fuck out of the wisteria

blooms. Yes, this is the prime

of my canvas, blank as a stare

in the face of your disregard.

~Kelly Moyer

Queen Elizabeth

Jane Austen, J K Rowling

John, Paul, George, Ringo

Sean Connery, Doc Martin

Some of my favorite Brits

~Jennifer Gurney

economy not you

~Robert Witmer

new moon —

the umpteenth time

I say sorry

~Daipayan Nair

homesick —

tulips make way through

my veins

~Debarati Sen