Space Bear | Sawyer Carpenter
All of us
go around the room
saying what we
want to be when
we grow up
when I answer
no one seems
very impressed.
humor poems
Aaron Harris™ – Paternal Grandfather | Matthew Scott Harris
My late paternal grandfather
culled from nondescript birthplace
Wherein Philadelphia
an urbane olde European-like city yet and base
For this poetic vignette,
which specific details I lack, thus will use lace
In the form of digital bitty bytes to affect how
Said hand sum man World War I veteran
Briefly characterized within this space
Drawing on opaque memories in tandem
with tidbits impossible to chase
With authenticity, yet he thee
aforementioned father o’ me papa carved with grace
Elaborate chair facades replete
With patented Doric columnar curlicues in case
A reader might reckon to espy his imprimatur,
Reflections sans two halves of the same wooden face
In silhouette if stared under aegis of Rorschach test,
This image imagination will trace
Drawing one to envision this craftsman
engrossed in whittling to erase
Any evidence whence once proud sassy tree
preceded becoming timber so human race
Could situate this gluteus maximus
snug as a plant potted in a vase.
Bad Dream | Danny Faragher
bad dream last night
standing at the gates of heaven
a screen said ‘welcome!’
‘please enter your password’
Old as Dirt, and Half as Clean | Ryan Quinn Flanagan
She is hoeing down into the garden
and I stop to watch her.
I am raking leaves with a small child’s rake
that only comes up to my knees
because I broke the other one
last Spring.
I think we’re an old couple,
I say.
We’re 38, we’re not old,
she laughs.
Struggling to get up off her knees
as I turn the wrong way
and throw out my
back.
Tonight | David Charlesworth
Tonight
I am stuck with
a strange kind of loneliness
that even wine can’t wash away
the shackles circling my wrists feel tight
how did I even manage
to get them on?
Taking out the Trash | JD DeHart
It could turn into a walk down the lane,
a chance meeting with fate.
I picture a man driving by, offering millions,
but it is as likely as Charon swimming to the curb
offering a ride to the Underworld.
So the trash gets taken out, the decaf gets made,
lesson plans are done (they are never really done),
and I wonder if Odysseus took out the garbage
when he made it back to Ithaca.
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Absence of Stars | Cattail Jester
There is a hole
in the universe.
The world is torn,
so I come running.
Never fear, I have
some silver thread.
So now you know
where that lining
comes from.
Typo | Cattail Jester
Set of words and letters
that don’t add up, simply
an unfortunate misspelling
when I could have added
up so something more.
They will say, “If only his
A had been in a better place
or for the love of B.”