Morning of April 6, 2024

shadow on the wall flower

~Jennifer Gurney

waiting for the other shoe bam

~Jennifer Gurney

 

 

 

Touch me with your silent hand

You'll never touch me with your hand

Don't kiss me

My cheeks are too cold for my lips

I won't kiss you

Your cheeks are too cold for tears

Love flutters in the air like a butterfly

Love is still in the air just like it was in the beginning



Everything goes back to its place

You are without me and I am alone

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Corporeal Lit Mag)

 

 

first date already finishing each other’s sentences soulmates

~Jennifer Gurney

pluck out my eyes at night

draw my pupils during the day

take the trash out of my head

I love you to the point of madness

my head is full of garbage from the past

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Corporeal Lit Mag)

The remittent fever and the broken second empire

The drooping North Star. (The night never gets black)

The intensive arrets in the monastery.

Flies like a machine, the cream of anatomy of the soul.

Has been seeing the oddities of the wisdom the flight of the birds.

But surprisingly, there is egoism in death.

That means, will the monk leave the monastery?

No hole knows where the plain is.

Someone pinions the fire at the decayed knee.

Comes the letter from floodstriken waters.

~Partha Sarkar

on the wall of the Jerusalem café

no smoking

peace pipes allowed

~Daniel Birnbaum

lonely

I listen to the satnav

to drive home

~Daniel Birnbaum

sea wind

going to die in a plastic bag

the seabream

~Daniel Birnbaum

if not for totality God

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

who planned the eclipse during the standardized testing window

~Jennifer Gurney

Afternoon of April 4, 2024

mental gymnastics

a new event

uneven parallel universes

~Robert Witmer

what are we?

i ask myself

who we are,

and

what we are?

but no one can

ever answer,

perhaps,

sometimes we only

have questions instead of answers.

~linda m. crate

There is no provision for mornings

The active shrewdness. A merchant with a pshycotic net.

By the roadside, a dead puppy

And by the side of it, another puppy—hungry, weak

And under the grey sky and dry eyes a helpless mother...

Rush the casual labourers ignoring them

Yet pain has no colour in the inhabitant.

A system authoritative.

Come like clouds the despair and a replica of happiness in the glass.

Breaks its one of the hands the round triangle.

~Partha Sarkar

St. Patrick's Day

the street mission's bread green

with mold

~John J. Dunphy

even moldy cheese

was the beginning

of something good

~Jennifer Gurney

the glacier's lament

a sour lemon's

lost meringue

~Robert Witmer

the chalkboard list

of today’s pies

coconut cream

~Randy Brooks

coroner’s report

the body took no vow

of silence

~Randy Brooks

the beginning

or the end

of a rope

depends on which

way you’re headed

~Randy Brooks

Interplanetary Pen Pals

a wayward comet

I don’t feel threatened by it

it’s headed your way

~John H. Dromey

Truthful Consequence

cardiologist

says I cannot tell A-Fib

doesn’t get the job

~John H. Dromey

haiku contest

the em dashes

stand in a queue

~Debarati Sen

icarus reborn

we could never

have flying cars,

you'd leave them

on e and then fall out of

the sky, leaving behind

only metal and shattered

bones.

~linda m. crate

dancing to an old 45

scratches

on my blue suede shoes

~Robert Witmer

at the wall of a fast food outlet fruit seller

~Gillena Cox

VR tour meets self-driving truck

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

a zebra's zither in the lion's jaws

~Robert Witmer

morning rhythms sync weight of a falling blossom

~Gillena Cox

Grandma did nothing for her last seventeen years

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

a wild one stormy wind trying to steal my

~Gillena Cox

You cannot open a door

without a cat getting through.

The solution is to never open a door

and just sit there with the cats.

~Noah Berlatsky

the dreaming

i still remember

the dreaming,

but sometimes i

don't remember

how to get there.

~linda m. crate

last squab

on a makeshift spit

I'll miss birds

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

Afternoon of April 2, 2024

 late capitalism

the books i don’t like

for décor

~Aline da Silveira

Togetherness

is when he loses his butt

and I gain it.

~Nolcha Fox

casting ripples

upon god's reflection

the cat's tongue

~Kelly Moyer

  true believers—

                 down 

                     the 

                     rabbit 

                       holier

                        -than

                       -thou

~David Josephsohn

witchgrass breaking off all contact

~John Hawkhead

left-spiraled snail swaged with tree rings

~Elliot Diamond

dark forest letting alexa in

~John Hawkhead

confessional the cold comfort of penance

~David Josephsohn

wringing in my ears the chicken’s neck

~John Hawkhead

Hope is a hamster wheel

without a hamster

or a wheel.

There is some hamster poop though.

~Noah Berlatsky

why do I always

underestimate the boxes

needed to move

~Jennifer Gurney

MalTease

Falcon

4 door

~dan smith

felt like years—

the time it took to separate

our record albums

~Jennifer Gurney

Relativity

4th cousin

5 times removed

Emily Dickinson

good to know

but no good

at Costco

~dan smith

spring journey

the petals on the ground say

that we must return

~Marie Derley

easter morning

an oh so fine

crack in her shell

~Kelly Moyer

rain

Easter sunrise service

minus sun

~John J. Dunphy

a whiff of cold air

someone’s late

for the eucharist

~Maya Daneva

herxheimer reaction

the spirochetes’

new cosmic address

~Kelly Moyer

you haven't seen the chase,

the tearing of feathers,

the breaking of the bones,

you're busy cleaning the backyard.

~Fhen M.

For Sale:  Derby Skates

You would have thought

they’d be satisfied.

But, no.

Tonight, I saw the listing.

The spirochetes

have put my derby skates

up for auction on eBay

for thrice what I paid.

As if . . .

they haven’t taken enough.

~Kelly Moyer

 

Morning of March 31, 2024

I am in the sink how is it a pelican

~J. D. Nelson

near-earth insurance giant wonderfully

~J. D. Nelson

window pizza purple instinct

~J. D. Nelson

toad that saturn neighbor to the north

~J. D. Nelson

invisible room grapes free of change

~J. D. Nelson

inflatable swan song

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

anonymous tax on sin he pays heavily

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

unsubstantiated seasonal sorbet

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

inverted pyramid aimed tо the heart

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

microwave burrito showing me its good side

~petro c. k.

deep field the sweater that would be forthcoming

~petro c. k.

greeter my name barely hanging around

~petro c. k.

turning into a pumpkin an RV on fire

~petro c. k.

Afternoon of March 26, 2024

 

shopping for beets under authoritarian rule

~Patrick Sweeney

from a 2D circle

Platonic Solids may be drawn

the building blocks of the cosmos.

~Fhen M.

first day of spring

his walk ends at

the prison wall

~John J. Dunphy

great eclipse expectations

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

this planet is hexahedron

according to the flatearthers.

~Fhen M.

OSTEOLOGY

You cried all through

the class where I

learned the heel-bone can

shatter, cheap Christmas

ornament lodged beneath

our skin. A car too blue

parked too close. I

walk past each step

I hear my break

~Hershel Burgh

almost unrecognizable —

thank goodness

I don't look old like

everyone else

at my class reunion

~John J. Dunphy

wink wink but still

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

ants raid a tree trunk

feasting frenziedly on

a sugar maple

~Chris Collins

so it goes

down the rabbit hole

a hungry snake

~Stephen Jarrell Williams

rearranging garden stones

shorting the Pleiades

by one

~Patrick Sweeney

HEDONIST

I live not for love but because the dead

Cannot feel a cat purr, or a poem read

~Hershel Burgh

a vein of Potosi silver on the neck of the woman in charge

~Patrick Sweeney

calming yourself down

before you fall

in love with her

~Stephen Jarrell Williams

she wants to paint a laundromat fresco of my ugly feet

~Patrick Sweeney

now more accurate

the crucified Jesus' skin darkened

by the church fire

~John J. Dunphy

stirring the pool

full of broken promises

bottom of your heart

~Stephen Jarrell Williams

climate change::the mezzo-soprano of ice

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

mountain cutaway   the blue whale's slow turn to polar waters

~Patrick Sweeney

Afternoon of March 24, 2024

buttercups

the sun has no name

for yellow

~Kelly Moyer

sun god will burst

and what remains is eternal winter.

~Fhen M.

looking up

the Eiffel Tower

blocks the sun

~Jennifer Gurney

cottontails the garden at a loss for herbs

~Debbie Strange

buttercream bunnies

some of us were meant

to learn the hard way

~Kelly Moyer

still in the fridge

the Easter egg with a shell

too pretty to peel

~John J. Dunphy

deckled edges

sailors know how to read

the shoreline

~Debbie Strange

adjusting

ovals to circles

tv test pattern

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

copyright d®ead

~Debbie Strange

eden

finding freedom in the fall

of butterflies

~Kelly Moyer

vanishing

on spring winds

S. A. D.

~Stephanie Zepherelli

spiritual psychology

i sprawl

upon the spirochete's couch

~Kelly Moyer

the seven wonders sightseers looking only at themselves

~Debbie Strange