the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

haiku

by rcribay

each morning
new darkness thickens–
headlights approach.

trained my thought (of)

by Roger Mugs

the days have been less kind to me
lately
i find myself more prone to awkwardly timed
bowel movements
than i did when i was young
depends
i suppose. what did i eat? where?
was there lactose? spice?
the days i suppose it depends, was there spice?
i find myself more awkwardly prone
to lactose timing
lately
less kind to my bowel movements
days lately. lactose and spice
awkwardly kind
where i suppose i eat
prone to when i was young
it all depends

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