Morning of October 22, 2025

 

  dad’s Rube Goldberg

t                  i                  g                

          h                 n

                  

                   a       

         

m                j                  g

           a                 i

~Barrie Levine

upon reflection

lack of mirrors

a major clue

~dan smith

back in the US, back in the US

security sweeps the benches

with mirrors

~Bruce H. Feingold

his favorite philosopher Hobbes

~dan smith

caged in bone a heart under cardiac arrest

~John Hawkhead

a thread of hatred in the anagram

~John Hawkhead

downfall how quickly it happens

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Team

Not I

or you

but

some

body

trying

to turn

us all

into

meat.

~Chad Parenteau

leaving out

a few years

my CV

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

departed melody

of the empty casket

whispers the night


~Elliot Diamond

black widow

knitting ghost yarn

~Elliot Diamond

the universe

eternally in motion

my restlessness

~Tejendra Sherchan

 

 

Afternoon of October 20, 2025

 

Mudslide Rainbows

~dan smith

postmortem . . .
 
she never cared enough

to haunt me now

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

morning coffee ~

my bluebird

back from yonder

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

end of TIME

issues

keep coming


~Nicholas De Marino

rubbery

leathery

Halloween masky

~Nicholas De Marino

The mask

The mask never tells a lie.

~Partha Sarkar

The house burned down.

Now I am free to feel the wind.

It is cold.

~Noah Berlatsky

pumpkin piñata

crushing the skull

of an orange devil

~Stephanie Zepherelli

string quartet

the swirling crescendo

of weed wackers

~Stephanie Zepherelli

purple phase

the taste of lavender

ice cream

~Stephanie Zepherelli

staring 

down 

a 

snow 

globe 

she 

stops 

time

~Stephanie Zepherelli

caterpillars

tight roping –

missile fragments

~Elliot Diamond

A Weighted Body

I didn't always do the best I could.

Sometimes I did the worst.

I just didn't know it then.

Didn't make many mistakes just a few

major ones. The epigenetic

cell destroying kind that ripple

outward like a weighted body

dumped in a well. A soul eating

malignancy so unforgiving.

This is what passes for apology.

~dan smith

pogostuck-

social media electorate

super silly us

~dan smith

shapeshifting at night

to shine in the sky

asters

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

he cried when the monsters sang 'Happy Birthday'

~Patrick Sweeney

mom would've told them

to stick out their lying tongues

~Patrick Sweeney

wait here, he's telling the cigarette ash in the potato salad story

~Patrick Sweeney

he's going on about Archimedes again

to six kids on twelve elbows

~Patrick Sweeney

he knew he moved his lips when reading

and he knew what Hemingway said about it

~Patrick Sweeney

I dream of a poem so small

only fairies can find the beginning

~Karen A VandenBos

cicada

exoskeleton

out of body experience

~Karen A VandenBos

the moonlight gave him paws

~dan smith

zombie wedding everyone has cold feet

~dan smith

 

  

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Morning of October 15, 2025

Crime Scene

Clay Head ~Alf B. Meier & Photo ~Roberta Beach Jacobson

In the sky without a ladder

~Nicoletta Ignatti

photographer

captures a field of daisies

reflected

in the eyes of

a jumping spider

~Tejendra Sherchan

I fight

losing battles against

the cockroaches

~Tejendra Sherchan

year’s end

the low drone

of bone cold


~John Pappas

bare branches forgetting the names of

~John Pappas

morning coffee

I gas up

the hearse

~John Pappas

moonset the hollow of bird bones

~John Pappas

Perpetual Mediocrity

aging ex-beauty queens with 

facemask perma-grooves

digging deep into ReeL Parisian 

Louis Vuitton while the 

plain janes look on sporting 

perpetually tormented 

expressions so very twisted 

by all they’ll never have/be.

~Scott Holstad

Gag Realz

playing repeating records --

dancing terror tunes -- 

ain’t been more irrelevant --

Kakfa never saw AI coming –

he'd have punted Josephine //

~Scott Holstad

Rocketing

Camelback whispers 

warnings of dried heat 

exhaustion at 12:30 am, 

desert blooming where 

skying palms reign

and cacti lie waiting

~Scott Holstad

a perfect time of the season

for the return of The Zombies

~Patrick Sweeney

a new tattoo

everyone reading

her shoulder

~Patrick Sweeney

every kid in the class was a haiku master

~Patrick Sweeney

juror number 8 has another question

~Patrick Sweeney

she's the mathematician

who refused to carry

the zero

~Patrick Sweeney

far from the jaguar dream

wild men speak to me on the street

~Patrick Sweeney

birdcage bars

a trapped hummingbird

wearing gang-red

~Richard L. Matta

Peace Photography

no need to check the levels

we are all one light

step out of the shadows

whirl around the sun

dance with the unity

every particle

every wave

speaks I AM

says step out

and dance

~dan smith

On the Memory of Mr. Gibson Signing His Album Cover

the stoned idleness

fills La Cave

to far reaches of empty mind

Bob Gibson's ringing guitar

a distant temple bell

pealing away the mist of time

~dan smith

near-death experience

I borrow a life

from my cat

~thomas david

zoom meeting

even the camera

struggles to focus

~thomas david

haiku bingo

all I need

is cicada

~thomas david

mating for life the salt and pepper shakers

~thomas david

across the river

across memories

the old cottage

still stands

~Nisha Raviprasad

paunch of 

a pauper....

paucity of 

patty

pay dirt.

~Partha Sarkar

Dead

Does the dead remain lifelong dead?


~Partha Sarkar

cherry blossoms

mysterious as before

the old sewing machine

~Boryana Boteva

Innovation in the arts is mostly marketing.

This is a new idea.

Please share.

~Noah Berlatsky

 

 

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