Morning of March 26, 2025

 

she talked until

the horses dreamed

of extinct birds

~Rob McKinnon

Fascism (/ˈfæʃɪzəm/FASH-iz-əm) 

dark dawn eats all

the red geraniums

~Rob McKinnon

Moon’s dark side…

at Elvis’ space base eating

fried Mars bars

~Rob McKinnon

dark matter…

clattering of our fears

fills the void

~Rob McKinnon

Nightmare

dre\ /am

~Rob McKinnon

porch-sitting

whittle-whistling

uncle asbestos

~Sherry Reniker

My mind is

a bird, whoosh

thump

caw

~Noah Berlatsky

night

                   blooming

flowers

                   the moon

silver

                   rose

~F. J. Bergmann

I fell

in love today

animal shelter

~Jennifer Gurney

Variation on a Nursery Rhyme

Moon.

Moooon.

Moooooon.

MOOOOOOOON.

Jump!


~F. J. Bergmann

old poet

sleeping at the table

his tea cold

~Tom Blessing

Question of time

Or maybe

When I’ll get coffee

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

on the grave

left to the wind

two marble birds

~Marie Derley

shoveling i watch the plow

fill my work

~Tom Blessing

they seemed real happy

to see me but it turned out

they only had guns

~F. J. Bergmann

wedding pictures

trying to remember

all wives' names

~Mirela Brailean

            i ex  st

~Vijay Prasad

 

counting stars be my little general

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

difficult mother earth’s weight

~Tejendra Sherchan

 

 

Afternoon of March 20, 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lined with pear blossoms

unpaved

the path

to peace

~words & image Kelly Sauvage Moyer

hibernation talking to a brick wall


~Katherine E Winnick

masters of illusion are unable to find themselves

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

pressed in an old book a touch

~Vijay Prasad

night sky celestial city

~Tejendra Sherchan

nobody

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

out of data my life begins again


~Katherine E Winnick

a vee of geese

cross the borders

tariff-free

~Morag Elizabeth Humble

setting sun

reflects into a glass house

the lightbulb

~Tejendra Sherchan

your voice wakes me

from across the divide

life and afterlife

~Jennifer Gurney

bamboo flute

crushed in a highway

all holes intact

~Tejendra Sherchan

poem about love not read

 poem about love not written


~Mykyta Ryzhykh

pitter pattern

wet paint

the geometry

of curious kitten feet

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

cruising attitude

blossom season

any excuse to don

his leather pants

for Robert P. Moyer

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

miles to go before i weep

deep space

i wonder if i’ll know

when i’ve reached the void

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

Morning of March 19, 2025

 

 

 

haiku about fish

heads I win

tails you lose

~Jennifer Gurney

starry & sky

bedbound

her dreams now available

in syndication

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

as above, so to go

passed through

the drive-up window

something akin to enlightenment

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

a rich man’s hammer

first hundred days

the shards

of social service

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

running miles

inside my head —

insomnia

~Debarati Sen

the earth turns

the wind blows

and you are here

~Jennifer Gurney

naughty leap-year antics bubbles in the bisque

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

clock tower

a broken kite hangs

from the finial

~Debarati Sen

Purpose

 

not a good artist

or poet

not a good

 

man, but

propping

up the dog

snoring good

 

enough

~Noah Berlatsky

dusting

the bagua mirror

in spring...

the deflection

of my own reflection

~Jackie Chou

blood moon

the phlebotomist

finds a good vein

~Jackie Chou

rotting a slow erosion of something

~Vijay Prasad

Sick in bed with the humidifier on

I could draw a lopsided heart

with my little finger

on the steamed up window pane

but instead flash myself

a peace sign in the closet’s mirror—

the least I can do.

~Miriam Sagan

Keep silence, Sound pollution

Keep silence, Sound pollution.

It is world hearing day.

~Partha Sarkar

Sore bones

Unfolding like

An accordion

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

They Said

don't send poetry

with flash

and don't send flash

with poetry

I thought my stuff

fit perfectly

~dan smith

 

Morning of March 17, 2025

 

The Embrace

~Jean-Paul Moyer

AI prompts

unlearning how to

think for myself

~Kevin Browne

airport layover

no flights to

an ascetic future

~Kevin Browne

do you see what I see

is the first

question

~Patrick Sweeney

Picasso’s horse

a blast of Chicago wind

through my ribs

~Randy Brooks

food pantry shelves

most of us past

our expiration dates

~Randy Brooks

the promise of spring

I gather myself

into a bouquet

~Anne Fox

 

file this —

what if everyone said

they did nothing all week

~dan smith

conversation the rain brings up worms

~Kevin Browne

the dead always want to tag along

~Patrick Sweeney

PTSD 1

 

slapping

a

child

then

telling

him

not

to

cry.

~Matt Borczon

PTSD 2

 

the

dead

deer

in

the

road

has

the

face

of

my

daughter.

~Matt Borczon

PTSD 3

 

three

days

after

that

nightmare

there

is

still

blood

under

her

nails.

~Matt Borczon

PTSD 4

 

still

washing

blood

out

of

her

hair

ten

years

later.

 
~Matt Borczon

no typo-

unlawful orders

Musk be disobeyed

~dan smith

spinning the globe

convinced i will find

something better

~Stephanie Zepherelli

your ratty sneakers

hanging out in the garage

as if you're still here

~Jennifer Gurney

I procrastinate

with the desire for nothing

clock ticking

~Francoise Maurice

choosing colors

more carefully now

last canvas


~Stephanie Zepherelli