Morning of April 2, 2025

 

one love  . . .

a carbon-based

practice of compassion

~words and image Kelly Sauvage Moyer




I decide

to keep the typo

digital lotus

~Joshua St. Claire




wedding rice


weevils

an expiration date

on everything
 

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer/Agnes Eva Savich




squeegee cake batter


freeway exit

the starving artist’s

just desserts

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




mushrooms, like dreams, appear after the storm


leaf litter

a lone sunbeam

finds the forest floor


~J. J. Penniman/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




taking pride

in a job well done

wrecking crew


~Keith Evetts




no strings attached spring moon

~Keith Evetts




all the flowers fallen stars

~Tejendra Sherchan




ceasefire breeding a thornless rose

~Keith Evetts




Myanmar

buried in the papers

footnotes

~RJ Humbl’




spring equinox

the church bells ring

a change

~Keith Evetts




Easter Sunday

church ladies fussing

over fake lilies

~Joshua St. Claire




the offertory

to re-gild

the cathedral

~Keith Evetts




Monday train...

among the commuters

ever more nose rings

~Keith Evetts




year of the snake

coiled round a stick

the dollar sign

~Keith Evetts




eau de chlorine

specks of red in ceiling corner

above the tub

~Jerome Berglund




Pitch In!

the receptacle

advises

~Jerome Berglund




rest area

sponsored by

your name here

~Jerome Berglund




progress!!

...a foot pull on

the lavatory door

~Jerome Berglund




keep right law

preparing

for a left turn

~Jerome Berglund




I have not lost my philosophy


I have lost my glasses.

But Thank God

I have not lost my philosophy.

~Partha Sarkar




the line

for the airplane toilet

is an endless journey

~Noah Berlatsky



on the riverbank

the man in the moon

floats downstream

~Melissa Dennison




begging for scratches

the cat that knows

I have to go to work

~Joshua St. Claire




saving the world

or---something---apparently---

venture capitalist

~Joshua St. Claire




shouldering responsibility

he listens carefully

to his parrot

~Robert Witmer




teaching Pinocchio

Morse code

Geppetto’s woodpecker

~Robert Witmer




dusk a cuckoo’s call deepens with the darkness

~Tejendra Sherchan




time travel

the Swiss watch

the evolution of the cuckoo

~Robert Witmer




ginormous moon

the years he took

to notice

~Joshua St. Claire

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Afternoon of March 31, 2025

 


salon’s tagline

life is not perfect but

your hair can be

~Tejendra Sherchan




the last word waits and then falls with a thud

~Vijay Prasad




Resources


pigs and people

long extinct in the wild

recorded in transmat booths

we can produce any number

for a state dinner

or barbecue

we never agree

on which is best

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




Still the flower shows motherhood



War-torn life!

So what?

Still the flower shows bright motherhood at every dawn.

~Partha Sarkar




history

history history

history

~Richard Bailly




history

history herstory

ourstory

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




reading sci-fi

how so many universes

can fit in a page

~Alper Ghuchlu




the living are talking


not having

a minute


the dead

are talking

asking for a minute

~Sharon Ferrante




crpyto-

five sixths

crypt

~dan smith




reclamation

one more mill

bites the dust

~Ganesh R.




palm-cupped water

slowly trickling away

our freedoms

~John Hawkhead


 

 

war crimes so many bodies of evidence


~John Hawkhead




Falling Asleep



while watching TV

finally

a star I am


~S. T. Eleu




BLUE

moon

hour

shirt

jay

car

mood

day

~Joseph P. Wechselberger




just spring

the eerie quiet

of an urban dawn

~Mona Bedi




drizzle, rain, drizzle…

chill in my bones –

uncertain diagnosis

~Maya Daneva




granddaughter

immersed in her

pagan period

~Shasta Hatter




you lived life

to the fullest

my supernova

~Jennifer Gurney




windmill -

the sounds of earth

in symphony


~Maria Cristina Pulvirenti




that place

between here

and there

where are you

now


~Joseph P. Wechselberger




invisible man

in a Tokyo subway car

space that is not

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




wanna forget you

but the dog keeps

digging you up

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

 

Morning of March 28, 2025

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

escape velocity

the end

of her ellipses

~words and image Kelly Sauvage Moyer




back from moon viewing with cheese and crackers

~Patrick Sweeney




'It's okay', she says, 'It's all in the cloud.'

~Patrick Sweeney




hauling another 'refrigerator haiku' down to the basement

~Patrick Sweeney




the master whiskey blender

doesn't eat fish

before work

~Patrick Sweeney




shoehorning my trivial remarks into an oh-so funny neighborly exchange

~Patrick Sweeney




telling us all where to go next in a polite, human voice

~Patrick Sweeney




spring tweets

the White House outdoes

all songbirds


~Douglas J. Lanzo




chutes and ladders

salmon run

upstream


~Douglas J. Lanzo




splintered fence rails


pig slop

the peripatetic sex life 

of a rooster

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer/Robert P. Moyer




the grass of home


out of range

a hand-drawn map

to the afterlife

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




the fig's checkered past


her sushi roll

as tight as a blunt;

don't bogart

that wasabi,

my friend

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer/Agnes Eva Savich




Approaching bangles—

Tickling the knots in the ropes,

By the village well

~Laila Brahmbhatt




The spring wind brings

onlookers

under a kitchen sink

~Laila Brahmbhatt




a child's shoe

orphaned on the shore

grief comes in waves

~Olinda Ninolakis




help yourself

wild asparagus grows

bitterly


~Olinda Ninolakis




Minerva’s hair

waves of snakes

her safe haven

~Sheikha A.




safflower dusk

under dragon’s wing

samurai rests

~Sheikha A.

 

 

 

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