I don't remember you.
A small stain on my consciousness,
left untouched.
They asked me if I'd ever been with someone.
I told them,
I have been with a girl.
I talked to her until the moon turned to sun,
and an absence of childhood stories
became our own tale of normalcy being absent from our lives.
Childhood dreams not yet realized,
because heterosexuality was not realized in them.
Appears a pigeon at leisure
nonchalantly walking hopping from table to table
~ looking for attention and treats
AP: 1st place 2025
Thank You
For The Tacos!!!
Taco Tuesday, I Guess...
Accidentally.
I Didn't Manifest
Potatoes Out Of
Thin Air, And
I Don’t Care
What You Think.
Me And A Recipe
And A Bag Of
Ingredients
Didn't Do Any
Work... Just
Played With
The Oven.
My Head Isn’t
CABBAGES!
'Mr. Are-What-You-Eater!'
It's Garlic, At Best...
You Know The Rest.
Leftovers From
What I Made
Yesterday...
And They Are:
SoOO0ooOOo0
GOoo000Oo00d...
Thanks,
Taco Tuesday Food Creator,
Your Majesty:
Yummm!
-Gray Squirrel
09-09-2025
Dominoes in a sequenced pattern
branching out randomly askew across long table
~ mix-and-matching dainty dots
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place
Raw like apples on a tree.
Waiting on my journal to come to life.
Having too many bumble bees who don’t know much.
I enjoy the crisp bite that shatters.
Golfing across the state.
T-shirts with a picture of earth on them.
Walking around like dragonflies would,
Assuming they lost their wings.
Brush my teeth as the bristles collide.
Like the display fan in the store.
Soft sounds.
Thready around my spine.
At 4:31 am, it’s time.
To sleepwalk to the kitchen.
Go back to bed again.
Start a new one.
Raw like a paper bag in a puddle.
Crumbles in my invisible fingers…
I am from nowhere
And everywhere
My home is with the open road
And the setting sun
On the horizon of the Pacific
The pickled feeling.
Of joy and scratches.
Marked and haunted.
Having enough pens in your bag.
Nothing is blue under the doorframe.
Watches the right lane.
Turning carousel.
And puppets all around.
Blundering feelings.
Reaching through the screen.
Draining all the way through.
Footprints at the bottom.
Blue frog feelings.
Apples tuned to daffodils.
Gleeful fans.
And checkered rugs all over.
I have enough random thoughts in my head.
To power the battery in a tv remote.
That small sound of powering on.
Is meaningful.
I lie awake at night
Thinking of the loves
And opportunities for intimacy
I have missed
A simple random act of kindness
Can go a long, long way ...
It was just the other day
A woman kissed me on the cheek.
She had totally caught me
By surprise.
Who would kiss this freak.
But then the tears
Began to flow.
My knees, they felt so weak.
I had almost forgotten that sensation.
What that even felt like.
“Bless you, for that holy kiss”
Was all that I could utter.
She smiled.
And behind my wet face
I smiled back
For it had been years and years
Since I felt like that.
Now reminiscing in my thoughts
I can only think ...
Thank you, thank you for that.
For in that single moment,
That simple spontaneity of sprite
You restored my faith
Gave me new hope
And most certainly,
Saved my life.
Which is why I just had to share ...
That a simple random act of kindness
Really can go a long, long way.
organ
organ grinder
get out of here orange, you do not fit!
Oregon
ornate
ornery
stop it orangutan or I’ll give you something to cry about
ordinary
orthodox
or what?
Put up your dukes
Perhaps in wanting to understand
We must abandon wonder
Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength
Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained
In those bylanes in order to explain
We study, observe dissect
Practise reductionism to the last atom
After that when the head rises up again
Devoid of wonder, innocent lost
It sees natural vastness
Sigh, explains it as infinity
Perhaps an expression of its own exhaustion
Having played with the tiniest
It has lost the power to comprehend
The abundance of which is only a part
We live in a matrix of unpredictability,
your fate randomized at best
by numbers shouted out by a bingo caller.
B for birth marks, qualities and defects.
I for inherent or sudden health issues.
N for near death experiences altering your life.
G for grand events that bring you happiness.
O for obituaries and the inevitability of death.
We can't take anything for granted.
We draw straws and just accept that
life is a gift ~ come what may.
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
almost nothing
be...
predictable now
in...
this world based
on...
the power of war
and...
what are results
sought...
by the instigators
len
Does God mourn
for every ant
that was crushed
before it was able to carry its own weight?
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