Afternoon of November 4, 2024

 

 

internet out(r)age

~petro c.k.




Dirty streets,

Looking for a savior

Shadowed nights

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




why do

you continue

to serve

overripe

undercooked

apologies?

~Keith Snow




off-strip motel

the flutter

of tattered curtains

~M. R. Pelletier




minivans

we haul more ass

than we used to

~M. R. Pelletier




Gen X'ed


all my punk friends

are dead

I sold out

by staying

~alive

~petro c.k.




persona non grata


after

light

the

spots

still

visible

on

a

lantern

fly’s

wings

~Anthony Lusardi




carapace


cicada killer—

my summer youth

my fear of death

buzzing along this highway

until i reach the shoreline

~Anthony Lusardi




as election heats up the podium melts

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




election night

our bottle of champagne

unopened

~John J. Dunphy




barricades protecting voters from voters

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




morning after election

the ballroom's ceiling balloons

unreleased

~John J. Dunphy

 

Pushcart Prize (Poetry) 2025 Nominations

(Oct 27)


two quadrums


single bed.         single clap.

that buzzing        the ending

in my ear.                 of a life.


~Mark Gilbert




(Oct 24)


time travel

if only

i’d go back

a day

and keep

my mouth

shut


~Tom Blessing




(Oct 20)


unedited


I want to say love me


love my text,

consider converting


all the selfies

on my dating profile

to screenshots of poems.


~Kathryn Reese




(Oct 17)


A Man Called Toothbrush


bristles

at the thought

of death

ignorant

of the fact

Sylvia Plath

would never

write a poem

about him


~dan smith




(Sept 29)


preemptive


i leave my hand

open flat

on the mattress

so i don’t

wake up swinging


from the moon


~Kelly Moyer




(Sept 29)


Nothing.

And then

nothing,

but

in verse.


~Noah Berlatsky

 

Congratulations to these six talented itchy poets! 

 

 

Afternoon of November 2, 2024

 

14 stitches

the mysterious lure of

a nowhere tree

~A.J. Anwar




climate change—

worldwide snowflakes

seasonless

~A.J. Anwar




wooden labyrinth

3D-printed

coral reefs

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




Home


We lived in a ghetto.

In a chawl of our illusions,

in the mind’s megalopolis.

 

Our shanty was built

to be bulldozed.

~Sanjeev Sethi





refugee school

the now

of this woman's voice

~Maya Daneva




alone at the beach

there must be something

the moonlight wants

~Maya Daneva




queue for popcorn

a potbellied man keeps

pushing me ahead

~Tejendra Sherchan




Aren’t I Entitled


I’m an open book

though some pages here and there

are glued together

~John H. Dromey




frayed nerves

election day jitters

hauntingly
déjà vu

~Ruth Van Alstine




undecided

I consider unfriending

all undecideds

~Morag Elizabeth Humble




One day there will be…


One day there will be no sounds of suicides.

One day there will be a vast blue sky—

A perfect abode for the innocent.

One day they are all phoenixes with the sound of

First ever freedom.

~Partha Sarkar




paramedic sirens

I wonder

if

it would be

another sudden death

~Tuyet Van Do




chalky hand sprouting

from the ground

candlesnuff fungus

~Tuyet Van Do




Plot Development


write what you know

write what you think you know

make something up

~John H. Dromey

 

Evening of October 30, 2024

                                                       Flea swag available here

 

 

Halloween

I EARLY VOTED sticker on

a tombstone

~John J. Dunphy




I am

the merchant

of stars

~Tejendra Sherchan




as the bees dance

the moon

is pierced in two

~Melissa Dennison




Solitary Wanderer


as a ghost

what I miss the most

my shadow

~John H. Dromey




Old Hall

witches' marks

carved into the walls

~Kimberly Kuchar




birthday cake

still standing

cutting time

~Elliot Diamond




candlelight dinner

a swimming moth

in my soup bowl

~Bidyut Prabha




Sunlit river

No one can see you cry

Underwater

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Misty leaves

Haunt the window

Days grow longer

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




just

beneath the surface

truth

~Jennifer Gurney




stepping into

the vast wilderness...

I meet myself

~Jennifer Gurney




I am depressed

so I walk the dog.

The dog feels better.

~Noah Berlatsky




he doesn't want to know the secret handshake anymore

~Patrick Sweeney




tripping over a sycamore root on the way to Cézanne's mountain

~Patrick Sweeney




once I wrote it down, the morning glory let me go

~Patrick Sweeney




he spent an inordinate amount of time on the subsidiary elements of his story

~Patrick Sweeney




when the plot is worth unraveling

~Patrick Sweeney




vanishing point the words unsaid around the conference room table

~Joshua St. Claire




our squares

in different circles

mockingbirds

~Joshua St. Claire




another acceptance

a little less afraid now

of dying

~Joshua St. Claire




unwashed

the hand that sewed

sequins on the stinkbug

~Kelly Moyer




a tuft of lint

drifts from my sock

namaste

~Kelly Moyer




needlework

i trade my yarn and canvas

for a voodoo doll

~Kelly Moyer




spitwads and airplanes

i contemplate

a career in physics

~Kelly Moyer




i write myself

as the protagonist

absurdist tales

~Kelly Moyer




chronic illness

fluffing the pillows

of my escape room

~Kelly Moyer




listen

~dan smith


Morning of October 27, 2024


  

thanks for making

a positive choice

with your shoes

~Mark Valentine




this week

head outside

and experience

~Mark Valentine




your holiday is

nearly here

we're delighted

~Mark Valentine




As to summit and tooth


Begins summit.

Toothache.


Summit on.

Toothpaste.


MoU.

Toothsome.


Summit is over.

Toothpick.


Next summit.

Toothbrush.

~Partha Sarkar




musical scales

a heavy minor chord

difficult times

~Olinda Ninolakis




a touch of love

uncountable syllables

no cutting words

~Olinda Ninolakis




A delivery kid in the rain


A delivery kid

in the rain

with meagre commission

on no man's land-

the mother's womb.

~Partha Sarkar




today I see

no good

& no evil

neither good

nor evil

~Mark Gilbert




predictably

the orangutan

watches us

act predictably

while grazing

~Mark Gilbert




two quadrums


single bed.         single clap.

that buzzing        the ending

in my ear.                 of a life.

~Mark Gilbert




another autumn . . .

father's garden sea still

creaking

~Fatma Zohra Habis




weaving the canvas

unraveling the canvas

politician's work

~Nicoletta Ignatti




election day

in the 10-day forecast

a 50% chance

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




political debate

the moderator’s sneeze

caught in mid-air

~Mona Bedi




Kamala

in Kalamazoo

today

~Jennifer Gurney




getting my brave on

I step into

the fray

~Jennifer Gurney




I wonder

what happens to all the poems

written only in my mind

~Jennifer Gurney




another little time machine great-grandchild

~dan smith




hanging roots my unreasonable expectations

~Mona Bedi



believing unbelieving what was I thinking

~Mark Gilbert




just after the storm a praying mantis

~Mona Bedi




paper boats—

the untold stories

after the flood

~Mona Bedi


a faded line

on the pregnancy kit

false spring

~Mona Bedi

 

 

Afternoon of October 24, 2024


 

hurricane smashing

the reporter

protects her microphone

with

a condom

~Tuyet Van Do




Fortune cookie

Is now a misfortune cookie

Tables have turned

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Hope

A four-lettered word

Dim sum for one

~Sarah Mahina Calvello



ant Darwin’s

crystal ball

how to get through

the footfalls

to fall

~Biswajit Mishra




moonless night

looking for the right moon

for a poem

~Biswajit Mishra




reduced milk

once part of a multipack…

I hold you so close

~David Cox




December darkness —

between us

a photon

~Vijay Prasad




my family folk art knitted brows

~dan smith




time flies — but where does it land?

~Tom Blessing




not one duck in the pond writer’s block

~Sharon Ferrante




Halloween season beware of seedy orange characters

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




All Souls' Day

our shoes caked with

graveyard mud

~John J. Dunphy



 

such

a spooky season

election time

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




I told you one day

I’d swim in your ocean

Jupiter

~Sharon Ferrante




rest stop law

visitors will be greeted

by a fly

~Sharon Ferrante




mid-movie

an urge to peel my feet

from the sticky floor

~Sharon Ferrante




I want that

to be my killer

of today’s fear

a fly on the nose

of a lion

~Sharon Ferrante




cold dew

watering the succulents

out of habit

~Madeleine Kavanagh




SHADOW PLAY

 

The rusty nail

bends back

upon itself

to see

its shadow

wearing

a sun hat.

~Diane Webster




INTO THE SUNSET

 

At least

the railroad tracks

have a partner

to go off

into the sunset with.

~Diane Webster




not a piggy-bank

full of stones

my gall

~Hassane Zemmouri




Heron — a perfect philosopher


A lone white heron

returning home

in the evening-

A lone philosopher

even without a follower.

~Partha Sarkar




spiky bones

in my fish curry

yet they can't protect him

~Tejendra Sherchan




time travel

if only

i’d go back

a day

and keep

my mouth

shut

~Tom Blessing




if only

I could lose loss

and find found

~Jennifer Gurney