Store Bought Toys
I’m lost in the noise
Loves voice now a whisper
Old songs echo in my mind
The wheels of fortune slowly grind
My dance partners are all ghosts
World leaders go unconvicted of their crimes
The only schemes I want to hear are rhymes
The long lines I want to see and hear are Whitman and Ginsberg
When others speak of love I just hear your name
Poets don’t make much money few attain fame
I’d still rather be one than anything else
Manned flight to Mars will take a lot of planning
A major part of comedy is just deadpanning
Life’s a toy store: the fun is free but all sales final
Le Jazz Tellement Cool C'est Chaud
Sun Ra
always came out
swinging for the stars
so cool it’s hot
Monk’s jangled beauty
his B-flat stride
Fats and Mezz
If You’re A Viper
Really the Blues
out of the desert
subtly rocking
Tinariwen
Two Trees
like the Pieta
enveloped
in the thick fog
of wars
as countless mothers
mourn
we silent
on a windswept peak
surmise
what Gazan, what Ukranian, what Syrian
what untold others
might have risen
to save us
compose
sing
paint
live
less desolate
less inconsolable
than we who remain
in this landscape
This Golotha
of two trees
Chimps and Bears
Flash Fiction
by dan smith
dan smith is the author of Crooked River and The Liquid of Her Skin, the Suns of Her Eyes. Widely published, dan has had poems in or at such diverse journals as The Rhysling Anthology, Deep Cleveland Junk Mail Oracle,Dwarf Stars, Scifaikuest, Gas Station Famous, Jery Jazz Musician and Sein und Werden. Nominated for the 2025 Pushcart Prize, his most recent poems have been at Five Fleas Itchy Poetry, The Ekphrastic Review Challenge, dadakuku and Lothlorien Poetry Journal.
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