New Year’s Eve. Scanning the ether for something beyond
another decade’s weight in fireworks.
telescope poised
lest Betelgeuse croak
700 years before us
Helen Buckingham
Come Back Alice
Ginkgo trees Pic courtesy: Costfoto / Barcroft Media / Getty
Elucidating
Last night, you dreamt that seven of your ten well-tended fingernails had fallen out. Completely. Painlessly, for you no longer have the capacity to experience your own hurt. The soft tissues shiny without protection, yet soon to dry with exposure to air. Come morning, after checking your hands in the sunlight pouring through the slats of the bedroom blinds, you claw the tattered Dream Bible from the shelf, flipping through the pages until you come upon the appropriate entry. And swear you will never let this happen again.
parlor game
a four-letter word
for goodbye
Kelly Sauvage Angel
3 mini haibun
lovers quarrel
final note
a bare tree’s
hollow hole
.
fainting star
cold
a stroll
clouds
.
an outbreak of bad news in thin air
sharing thoughts
a conversation
between viruses
Fractled
(N. T.)
All I learned from these endless debates about climate change and how to deal with it is the odd word “whataboutism”.
at the crossroad
of our illusions
a spit of snow
Eva Limbach
Working
I was called for a consultation in an intensive care unit. I visit the patient, I prescribe analysis and I say that I will return to re-evaluate tomorrow. I’ll be back if the patient is still there.
shop –
the flowers
all sold
Antonio Mangiameli
Unfolding
She dips into that flower, so much so, it’s self-watering.
the taste of smooth pink mysteries
Peter Jastermsky
Heard, Not Heard
It’s never mentioned. The sounds it picks up, invisible, in plain sight.
lost in translation
van gogh’s
other ear
Peter Jastermsky
Identities
This time, he used vinegar, certain that its acidity would clear his vision.
“not my mirror!”
wearing thin
regrettable creatures
Peter Jastermsky
The wind carries away the fog
I have realized my mortality! I have told my story! Have I found peace? Sporadically, in acceptance that I am divided in my belief in whether the earth is on its way to a new ice age, or on the contrary.
Finding peace is the same as allowing it . Am I not allowed to drop the fight, surrender to my flower life, and drink nectar?
my head is
openly filled with cells
a beehive
Mona Larsen
the other bunny 