Evening of March 25, 2023

florida sunshine

a robin’s vacation

from frozen dinners

~Linda L Ludwig

first pitch . . .

I catch the snowball

right in my face

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Disillusioned Bourbon Street Blues Bar Haiku

Gin Blossom covers?!?

If Bo Diddley wasn’t dead,

we’d want him to be.

~Chad Parenteau

truth results may vary

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Easter

my lap dancer completely nude

except for bunny ears

~John J. Dunphy

Partial List

Dis pair of pants

Dis pair of shoes

Dis pair of gloves

Dis pair of eyes

Dis pair of hands

Dis pair of breasts

Dis pair of futile endeavors

Dis pair of pointless conversations

Dis pair of superficial relationships

Dis pair of long-dead gods

~Kelly Moyer

Day before spring break

Trying to teach anything

Pointless

~Jennifer Gurney

Gone Not F’gotten
 

Most nights, the moonshine

clouds my constitution.

Still, I say a tender prayer

for the toenail I lost 

up in them hills, where

the thicket bled the boulders.

Bless its heart, 

the thing shimmered to the last.

~Kelly Moyer

Afternoon of March 25, 2023

a tailor

hanging by a thread

gets the scissors

~Eavonka Ettinger

sky shepherd

tends her fluffy clouds

the sun beams

~Eavonka Ettinger

world war III

avoiding my fear with

serial killer shows

~Eavonka Ettinger

mom finally

learns to text

‘lpbr you teo’

~Eavonka Ettinger

I am still waiting – 

for the Undercover Boss edition 

when Jesus shows up incognito 

in one of those self-righteous 

racist, sexist, homophobic 

evangelical churches 

and fires everyone. 

~ Todd Matson 

a prayer for the eight-legged soul of the spider

~Patrick Sweeney

barefoot on the sharp stones of my hosannas

~Patrick Sweeney

object permanence

the peek-a-boo

of old age

~Patrick Sweeney

I'm the foreigner coughing on the crowded train

~Patrick Sweeney

maybe the trees have their own names for each other

~Patrick Sweeney

traveling light –

a suitcase

full of dreams

~Bonnie J Scherer

baggage carousel …

picking up

where we left off

~Bonnie J Scherer

Afternoon of March 24, 2023

Reason for Being

Your mittens are empty.

Oh, how they carry on 

in their desire 

for something (anything)

to give them purpose! 

So,

you fill them with pudding

(perhaps butterscotch),

and they believe they are

happy for a time.

~Kelly Moyer

sea shells sold by the sea shore—

late-stage capitalism

~petro c.k.

noon forever old VCR

~petro c.k.

midnight with eyes cat

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

draw the curtains

color the windows

with the clear crayon

~petro c.k.

faux fur

lying

around the neck

why choose

false rumors

cover

truth

all that is fake

is not

real

~Julie A. Dickson

Help Yourself to Another!

Futility is a chip

of the highest-quality

chocolate, baked

into a thin disc

of delusion

for your masticatory

pleasure, an expression

of the aggression

that drives 

each moment

of your unfortunate life.

~Kelly Moyer

Seedless

Forgive the woman

inside the watermelon.

How could she have

known

you were allergic

to the salt of her tears?

~Kelly Moyer

Ambi-Ants

Do you feel the way they open themselves 

to the music of the cosmos? 

How effortlessly they transform toil 

into surrender?

There is no hill.

       Only sanctuary.

~Kelly Moyer

blue jay flying off

in its feathers

a piece of sky

~Daniel Birnbaum

under the umbrella

her lips at reach

almost

~Daniel Birnbaum

people in the street

what do we have in common,

we can talk about

~Daniel Birnbaum