Morning of May 10, 2025

 


a word


o

p

e

n

s


shuts


~Vijay Prasad




one of those words

I have to slow down to spell

rhythm

~Jennifer Gurney




power outage

my mammalian

response

~Patrick Sweeney




dawn

continuing where I and Thou

left off

~Patrick Sweeney




in all

the crevices of my heart

sand

~Jennifer Gurney




blood moon


regretting

that argument

~Patricia Carragon




treating myself to the value of failure

~Sharon Ferrante




briefly wondering about the sunset shenanigans in the Shenango Valley


 
~Patrick Sweeney




another thing I can’t find this itch

 

~Sharon Ferrante




Stray cats gather on the playground for their weekly flea market.


~Martina Matijević




the leech sups with its gut


~Patrick Sweeney




t a r i f f    i c k 


~Sharon Ferrante




pudgy fingers in Chinese handcuffs

Newton's Third Law


~Patrick Sweeney




no poem today

just an armadillo

digging a hole


~Sharon Ferrante




America’s decline

featuring

we the people


~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

 

Open now: Failed Haiku

 

https://failedhaiku.com/submissions-guidelines/

 

 

Open now: Akitsu Quarterly

 

http://www.wildgraces.com/Akitsu-Quarterly.html

Afternoon of May 9, 2025


 

 

 

The Wayfarer

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer





 

 

 

your voice fades—

the border draws quietly

Hands over ears

 ~Shinsaku Ashida







Aging—

watching a palace crumble

all alone

~Shinsaku Ashida




human lives are

like a dandelion’s seed,

drifting in the wind


~
Shinsaku Ashida





sacrificing the stone

to the splash …

hitting rock bottom


~Kelly Sargent






adding political f(l)avor

the beady eyes

in muskrat stew


~Kelly Sargent







Get Out


You can

spend days

on a

campsite

and touch

no grass.


~Chad Parenteau




80 degrees

90% humidity

soggy cracker day


~Belinda Behne





everything he said --

the Mummy

takes it all back

~Rich Magahiz




bones

on the insides...

learning the way these joints bend

~Rich Magahiz



Hear now!

Ye rapscallions,

ye scallywags,

all ye fearsome taterdemalions:

hear well my beef


~Rich Magahiz




is

ittttttttttttttttttttt

time

toooooooooooooooo

st

oppppppppppppp

breath

ing

~Noah Berlatsky




Winding swirling

Wildflower brambles

So many reasons

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Not a good space

To eat a croissant or

Meet anybody

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




optometrist's office

I squint to read

my receipt

~John J. Dunphy




parallelogram

a sea of colour

at the city cafe


~Melissa Dennison




digital age

cresting a wave

a smile of 0s and 1s

~Melissa Dennison




white butterfly

plays footsie

with the flowers

~Melissa Dennison




deal deal deal

d
eal deal deal deal deal

deal deal deal

~Tejendra Sherchan




the ravens

well. they caw in joy or danger

all year long

~Tom Blessing




on our street

the joyful voices of birds

mingle with boys swearing

~Tom Blessing




Useless! Useless!’

Jack wrote

watching the rain

falling on the ocean

but he was

wrong

~Tom Blessing


Afternoon of May 4, 2025

 

 

 

        Ninja Skillz

        ~Kelly Sauvage Moyer















Truth #1

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




 

 

 

 

recycling them unread

the papers copies

you should have sent electronically


~Joshua St. Claire




Ultraviolet

 

The robin sees and hears

what I cannot,

yet returns each morning

to its perch,

never wishing to leave

the stratosphere.

~Angela Acosta, PhD




Lone heart



Gets different directions a lone heart on the avenues

But cannot decide which one is to take.


~Partha Sarkar




truck stop bathroom

my hands cleaner

than the sink handle


~Joshua St. Claire




countdown

everyone already knows

the end has begun

~M. R. Pelletier




After every carnage


Carnage!


After every carnage

There has been no ringtone in the embryo

As every carnage is state sponsored

(If not by both, at least by one)


~Partha Sarkar




summer rental house

within my closet

someone’s fishing poles


~Anthony Lusardi




spaghetti westerns

gun sounds

before hands draw


~Anthony Lusardi




a toddler

striking a pose

she saw on tv

~Anthony Lusardi



in his eternally cool fortress of sand, the Egyptian accountant's closing entry


~Patrick Sweeney




a few stains on her perfection

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




it seems wrong now to mention the uncertainty of butterflies


~Patrick Sweeney




stench of old dog

his owner

holds him close

~Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky




not the first to want to exchange places with the shaggy dog in the commercial


~Patrick Sweeney




birdwatching

with no desire

to know


~Joanna Ashwell




beaver moon

the odds already

stacked against us

~Joanna Ashwell




troll emojis

oh her dating profile

total red flag

~Nicholas De Marino




that wasn't the last

crusade

just the most recent

~Nicholas De Marino




showing his hands before being ordered to

~Patrick Sweeney



Morning of May 3, 2025

 

 




Submit to HIA by May 4!

Deadline extended due to
website

woes.

 

 


 

 

 

 

nothing more to say

still blocked

on Facebook


~Julie Bloss Kelsey


 

fractal days

my words with ordinary

meaning

~Vijay Prasad




somewhere between

wistful and confident

the wallet condom


~Julie Bloss Kelsey




hiding

chocolate eggs from myself

sugar moon


~Madeleine Kavanagh

 

 


tsuri-doro: Open through May 10


https://tsuridoro.org/contact




Cold Moon Journal: Open for submissions May 1-31!

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2022/08/guidelines-for-contributors.html




Submit to #Femku . . . May 1-31


https://femkumag.wixsite.com/home/guidelines



 swirling
 
into my

  mojito
       .
       .
       .
mosquito
 

~Julie Bloss Kelsey




a short life

bleating calves  bound

for the meat works

~Wanda Amos




Please take me

I’m woke

Adult dodgeball


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Blossom

Is the blush

Before the fruit.

~Tracey Foster




troubling coccydynia

even the short distance

feels longest

~Tejendra Sherchan

 

 

 

Deadline May 15: Enchanted Garden Haiku

https://enchanted-garden-haiku.blogspot.com/p/submissions-calendar.html

 

 

my hate for you

stills like an unstable liquid

poured gently

into a jar

stored on a shelf,

atomically ready,

waiting

for the first

shake.


~don farrell




Sober


my skin is thinner than any time

i’ve spent here, feeling completely

shaven, naked...waiting, hoping

to get back my clothes,

to hide myself, praying I don’t

die like this,

that someone I wish wouldn’t,

doesn’t see me

say please.


~don farrell




Why Not Neither?


I am in the middle of writing two poems.

They are wrestling in my head.

One bitter; one cheerful; they sing and they slither—

It’s exhausting. I’ll write this instead.

~Noah Berlatsky

 

 


 














Afternoon of April 29, 2025

 


Hotel Note


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




dust motes

in a sunlight shaft

this rhetoric

of existentialism

every now and then

~Arvinder Kaur




It don't mean a thing

if Buddha ain't got that zen,

so blow that green smoke!

~Morley Cacoethes

 

 



Tell me, cat, when you

reincarnate, will you come

back as homeless me?

~Morley Cacoethes




Gritting My Rodent-Resembling Teeth


Triturating my rodent-resembling top teeth on

their nether, underneath counterparts

gritting them like a tree’s bark against a saw,

like a nail file against a cat’s overly sharp claws,

I wither myself away into ivory shards;


Admittedly, when I have no sustenance I gnaw

on my body’s infinitely available flaws,

until I’m left dismantled in my own boneyard.

~Mira Fox




The Very Itch of Me


within the shadows i lurk and when you least except it there i am floating upon you with

deepening urges desiring in impaling you –annoyingly hovering over you constantly dancing

about you –longing to be near and close as your ear humming my cravings in touching you

everywhere anywhere you leave expose to me; legs arms fingers lips neck and back –your skin

so erotically appetizing –exciting me into a frenzy of implying and suckling upon you –tickling

your toes nibbling at those tender lobes exploring all of you –i loiter in stalking you till i pounce

drinking you in filling myself full of you sharing the very disease of me –then taking flight only

to return –addicted to the very DNA of you for our bond is strong –such intimacy we shared

having left my mark upon you –causing you to recall remembrances in the very itch of me.


~Michael Butkovich

 

 


long after

the ink has dried

family, still

~Jennifer Gurney





The Good Fight

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer





 

 

 

 





Collapsed squares become wrecktangles.

~Richard Kostelanetz




Death’s life’s “bottom line.”

~Richard Kostelanetz




Robots are modern slaves.

~Richard Kostelanetz




Some speak nonsense unintentionally.

~Richard Kostelanetz




Correct punctuation goes unnoticed.

~Richard Kostelanetz




Whatever is was possible.

~Richard Kostelanetz




rumbling thunder

silencing all the chattering

for once

~Tejendra Sherchan




green skies

I try to remember

Earth

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




lost colony

naught but shard and bone

a howl at the moons

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




between wishing and fulfilment Saturn’s transit


~Arvinder Kaur




green spring loving the alien

~Scott Wiggerman




hidden tunnel

light on the other

side of the world

~Scott Wiggerman




responding

to an ancient call

mourning doves

~Scott Wiggerman



closed casket

a fly mourns

to get in

~Scott Wiggerman




the bulldozer

is faster than the tree

law of the jungle

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

 

 

Deadline May 1: Nominate (2024) poetry

for the Dwarf Stars 2025 Anthology

http://www.sfpoetry.com/dwarfstars.html