Aristarchus, by standing in Alexandria,
Revolved around the Sun;
Whereas another in Alexandria, Ptolemy,
Stood at the Universe’s Center;
And both were right.
The Pharos Lighthouse
paned with mirrors
of the Sea
——Joseph Salvatore Aversano
Mirrors
– Shloka Shankar
Nothing
Please don’t read beyond the title. This is not a poem, nor is it a haibun, short story, or flash.
It has no beginning, middle or end. No development of any sort. It is here as a no thing, and by reading it you gain nothing. Unless you make it into something.
petals or thorns
a scratch on the surface
of infinity
-Stella Pierides
Gnarly
Crossing the bridge. Bored by a splinter. Tripping, I quicklylook back.
once a time
gnarled wood would
unbent me
– Pat Geyer
Grafting
– Brendan Slater
Ties That Bind
Surrounded by graffiti stained walls he talked to us about the importance of love and forgiveness. He asked about our fathers, but before we could give him our answers he choked on a piece of apple pie and died beside the train tracks. We all had a good laugh, after we ran out of tears.
earthbound a falcon falls as ones and zeroes
-John McManus
8 Foot
Sweat drips in my eyes. In rainbows I see the arch of a jump shot but I wait. Patient. I didn’t come to win but to kick the kid’s ass. Faking the shot he expects I drive hard to the basket.
summer solstice
I slam dunk on
an 8 foot rim
– Dave Read
Work – in – progress
Hyphens, indents, comma-
towed words,
creased, crossed,
questioned
till the blanks
are tossed for a recycle
mackerel cloud finding lines for a poem
– Akila G.
Acacia
A window full of sky full of clouds. Workers disembowel the street and the city’s intestines of concrete, metal and plastic are laid bare. A friend says: “Oh, that’s an acacia tree” and points.
exactly
the same
age
me
and
my shadow
– Johannes S. H. Bjerg
Samsara
over and above myself myself
– Shloka Shankar
Source:‘Person-to-Person’ by Tennessee Williams
