Morning of June 7, 2023

chronic pain

a closet full

of neck pillows

~Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

The Pit of Self-assessment

How did I end up here?

Busy following you,

I stumbled, fell into-a-pit.

Dark; smooth sides; can’t get a grip.

Hear someone coming.

No point to yelling.

Lost my voice.

Not true; gave it to you.

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

Cat’s paw

Taps daylight on carpet

Imaginary friend

~Jennifer Gurney

judging me

for sleeping in

cat

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Someday

Someday

I'll forget it,

This poem about this

poem. The tree shivers, alive.

It stops.

~Noah Berlatsky

staring at me

motives unknown

three owls

~Stephanie Zepherelli

train station tea —

another story of

severed limbs

~Daipayan Nair

Mornng of June 6, 2023

reproductive freedom

a story

about sea beasts

~Kelly Moyer

penniless i become a proper wildflower

~Kelly Moyer

the dangle

of her privilege

coffeeshop earrings

~Kelly Moyer

gum wrappers

discarding

our last illusions

~Kelly Moyer

gin rummy

relationship caulking

house of cards

~Richard Bailly

wood nymphs

reclaiming

my lost toenail

~Kelly Moyer

wet paint the world to my liking

~Kelly Moyer

clean smith wooden bee

~J. D. Nelson

(crow) I win! I win! I win!

~J. D. Nelson

disguised in the water in the woods

~J. D. Nelson

electric together I’m only a prince

~J. D. Nelson

a common centaur in the egg for too long

~J. D. Nelson

beach weather scheduling the biopsy

~Kelly Moyer

the children we were crippled stars

~Kelly Moyer

Afternoon of June 4, 2023

Soon

we can stop

moving.

~Noah Berlatsky

poisonous beauty

red grapes ripen in her eyes

intoxicating

~Maria Quernel

the faded spot

of father’s nameplate

crumbling wall

~Arvinder Kaur

What is there to do

When my to-do list

Is done?

~Jennifer Gurney

The sun is shining

And yet it’s raining on me

Cognitive dissonance

~Jennifer Gurney

The birds are singing

To the opera wafting

Through my window

More have landed

And their songs rise and fall with

Pavarotti

~Jennifer Gurney

somewhere

under dying stars

Mayan secrets

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

I love the feeling

When the third line of a haiku

Clicks into place

~Jennifer Gurney

 

 

amidst the din of existence abendrot sky

~Arvinder Kaur

in the end

all our castles

turn to sand

~Roberta Beach Jacobson