Five Fleas Merch

Afternoon of February 20, 2023

 

another night not sleeping beauty parlor tricks

~Susan Burch



but you were gasoline draped in cyanide

~Tiffany Shaw-Diaz



diarrhea my poo live-streaming

~Susan Burch



flea-fleece-emcee

~Robert Fleming



block party too many squares

~Susan Burch



tapping the bongos fish fingers

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



earworm my brain digging it

~Susan Burch



under the night sky forest bagpiper

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



playlist pops a tune

I’ve not heard for fifty years—

I know every word

~James Penha



almost forty

still learning

how to breathe

~Tiffany Shaw-Diaz



to feel // be 

night burning into

radium

~Tiffany Shaw-Diaz



i was and wasn't

the moth

~Tiffany Shaw-Diaz


Morning of February 20, 2023


Reborn as Toulouse goose – brief and unpleasant but not unwarranted.

~Jerome Berglund



sharpening the edge of consciousness an open palm

~Kelly Moyer



like a painting

 subject only becomes clear

after a great deal of oils have been

laid down upon a tautly stretched canvas

following much mess-making

you can paint on cardboard too

wood, any number

of sundry surfaces

~Jerome Berglund



Click?

 

Slam;

  

Grunt

 

Splash -

 

Thunk.

 

Grrrow…

 

Vroom.

 

Screech!

 

Chirp. Chirp.

 

Glub,

~Jerome Berglund



mollusks murdered in cold blood orange mignonette

~Kelly Moyer



please do not touch

the signs all say

as though any of this

would be here had

some archaeologist not;

alarm didn’t sound

for those burglars

who loots ever determines

whether overseers finds cause

for any concerted shooting

~Jerome Berglund



hour by hour the hang of a curtain

~Kelly Moyer



trash day the roar of a red bud rain

~Kelly Moyer



peace with the past a swollen cork

~Kelly Moyer

Afternoon of February 18, 2023


Every Minute

Every minute ends even

The fractured ones that

Fill up your little life.

~Dominik Slusarczyk



Resonances

Particles that exist for so little time

they're only recognized by the particles their decay

leaves behind.

~Noah Berlatsky



in and out —

she dips her beak

to sip yuzu

~Rupa Anand



death results may vary

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



Bourbon cough

Lungs are booked up

With ulcers and cigarettes.

~K.G. Munro



sub zero night

the storm drops

a foot of snow

on top of

a foot of snow

~Christina Chin / M. R. Defibaugh



psychological

evaluation

itchy questions

~Roberta Beach Jacobson



Pelicans

Awkwardly graceful

With their 9-foot wingspan and

Funny suitcase neck

~Jennifer Gurney


Evening of February 17, 2023


soliloquy talking to the demons from the other side

~Mona Bedi



new broom sweeping generalisations

~John Hawkhead



saying it as it is soothsayer

~Mona Bedi



big crunch

they wanted to try

a different universe

~John Pappas



at the seaside —

where does the sky

actually end?

~Ana Drobot



burying the dead weight of a pendulum

~John Hawkhead



under the Orion sky

the cat and I

in silence

~Fran├žoise Maurice



bricked up windows I was young once too

~John Pappas



mayflies dying without religion

~John Hawkhead



tears that turned into stone silent rain

~Mona Bedi

 

 

migratory birds

lucky the ones who leave

or those who remain?

~Wai Mei Wong