SUNS OUT, PUNS OUT

Volume 3, Edition 13

 

Authors: Anna Eleanor Johnny Lynn M Ms. Undateable Nathan Rob Shemra Wanderluster WH Viz.Vid

Wish I were taller With a voice, loud as the sea I was still the same   Lyrics she sings of Loneliness in harmony A wave of sadness   100 degrees Sun rays scorching down on us Flood rains in Houston   Most whites seem well off Some blacks are, many are not Apartheid was bad   With dollars in hand Paper buying, fingers crossed Lotto let me win

Perched on jagged rock Sea foam waves lap at her fin A call to come home   Lessons learned in time Researchers are people too Looking back – Worth it   Signal hill is last Mountain in Cape Town to climb Cable car is fun   A forehead furrowed Three squares high and three squares wide Work that rubix cube   The sound folds me in- to Lemonade’s poetry Captivates my mind

A new job in hand Excited and terrified What brings the new year?   Overwhelmed by life I want to remember the good parts not the bad   Cape Town has mountains Devil’s peak, Table mountain, Lion’s head, one more.   Green grass underfoot The wind passing through my hair Don’t want to go home   Lyrically intense Rainer Maria Rilke Today in my thoughts

 

Photo: Cape Town, South Africa.

HAVANA GOOD TIME

Volume 3, Edition 12

 

Authors: Anna Anon Anon #2 Ava JJ Joy M Shemra TJ Wendy Zane

Why’s she so brilliant? Yet so blind at the same time? I’m sad and confused.   Yellow, red, blue cake Sitting on a giant hill House of Peppa Pig   Kale, spinach, and chard Water in a mason jar Blue- and rasp-berries   Binging on Sherlocked My eyes stay glued to the screen The Baskerville Hounds

Dry brush everywhere Crushed with no path out in sight Teddy waits smiling   Roast beet delicious JJ serves it with a smile Curly fries are great   White cloud become grey Raindrops falling from the sky The drought is over   When darkness surrounds Those standing with you; true friends Not always family

If the spring bird cries Before last snow melts, you’re in For a big surprise   There is nothing worse Than poems about cute cats It is all perverse   The last syllable Curse my vocabulary Always over by one   My eyes turn skyward Miles and miles, I’m nearly there Northern lights await

 

Photo: Habana Vieja, Cuba.

IT'S OUTDOORABLE

Volume 3, Edition 11

 

Authors: Anna Ava Johnny Linda M Rob Wendy

Sitting in the lab Waiting for people to show Only dead silence   A river runs through it Coursing steady to the sea We drink and are glad   Black feathers - - Misunderstood creatures – Dark lake - - -

Summer class is done No rest for this wicked girl I overcommit   Fresh water flowing Diagnosing all our ills Cleansing every soul   Progressive dot com Do I need new insurance? Time to switch and save

Grant writing this week Fun yet painful at same time Please give us money   Black brown yellow white Humanity filling earth Global warming reigns   A midsummer’s morning Tempers flare and voices raised Countries are at war