Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Poetry: M-O
Room Service
By John McKernan
The entrance to the Computer Lab opens like the oak
doors to a suite in the Plaza.
Vast threads of CD-ROM talk spiral around the white
The Season
By John McKernan
Oh it’s Christmas time in Omaha Nebraska!
“Almost alive” red lips say through the panes.
His blue eye, his brown eye, his chipped ear.
Mount Mansfield
By Maureen N. McLane
The stream is frozen
except what’s flowing
below what’s frozen.
All Good
By Maureen N. McLane
a “beautiful day”
nothing happened
and nothing was going to happen
As I Was Saying, the Sun
By Maureen N. McLane
& the moon and all stars
you can name
are fantastic!
Girls in Bed
By Maureen N. McLane
You are in bed
and Antigone’s dead
once again though offstage
Haptographic Interface
By Maureen N. McLane
I’m a Keats bot
so are you
Mz N Evil
By Maureen N. McLane
The problem of evil
can be brought home
in a classroom
Mz N Woman
By Maureen N. McLane
One day Mz N meets a woman
slightly horsefaced
hair a tangle
Peony
By Maureen N. McLane
There’s a woman
walks through me
sits at the table