Afternoon of March 10, 2026

 

syphilitic drainage

gumming up

the world order

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

springtime pollen

a whistleblower

weeps

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

blank poem

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

press blackout cutting the eyes from potatoes


~Patricia Hawkhead

ice cold moon her expired passport

~Barrie Levine

off with our heads March wind

~Cynthia Anderson

exponential

the expanding universe

of errands

~Cynthia Anderson

the hereafter

no more battles with

rats in the walls

~Cynthia Anderson

guacamole

letting the chips fall

where they may

~Cynthia Anderson

spring, eh

someone forgot to tell them

6 geese on the frozen lake

~Tom Blessing

shouting out

all the names with pauses

a vegetable vendor

~Tejendra Sherchan

our ships

yoked near light speed

satori at last

~dan smith

start shredding the news

then history

then people

~dan smith

bloody knees

he falls all over

his excuses

~Barrie Levine

the three dots

of Orion's Belt

things we're not

allowed to say

~Ian Willey

whip-poor-will things get worse

~Ian Willey

dirty martini

soft porn

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

glacial erratic governance

~Ian Willey

wondering

how the predators find

the taste of mantis

~Tejendra Sherchan

colonoscopy?

the editor cuts out

my semi-colons

~Randy Brooks

 

Afternoon of March 6, 2026

 

 

Blank Expression

~Nicholas De Marino

summer comes

she bares herself

to the scalpel

~Joshua St. Claire

 

telling me to shut up

about the damn moon

the moon

~Joshua St. Claire

cherry blossoms

my intern

bros me

~Joshua St. Claire

No doubt

No doubt,

there are two or three butterflies

but they are not sufficient to cause spring.

~Partha Sarkar

two junipers

dusted in fresh snow

my desires have become

much simpler

these days

~Tiffany Rindler

the way dawn breaks into italics

~Tiffany Rindler

moonbeams in a puddle of insomnia

~Joanna Ashwell

more like lavender in 6/8 time

~Tiffany Rindler

mud ooze the myriad shapes and colors of  America

~Bruce H. Feingold

a wayward swan

the insomnia of not knowing

what went wrong

~Bruce H. Feingold

not a

startlingly

original

poem

~Noah Berlatsky

Regime Range

Winners

mourn

fallen

bullets,

widowed

casings.

~Chad Parenteau

les façades ont

la couleur de la poussière –

après les bombes

the facades have

the colour of dust –

after the bomb

~Marie Derley

somewhere in the Midwest

she sneaks in

in the middle of the night

and swaps

all the regular ants

for fire ants

~Nicholas De Marino

Who keeps leaving me these notes

that point out the obvious?

~Nicholas De Marino

Transition
 

At the doorstep of death

Perhaps it is another dark Sun

To shine

White blood in the vein

Life awaits to leap ahead

For another journey.

~Pravat Kumar Padhy

breaking news:

the pledge

now propaganda

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

vernal equinox

upon the scales of justice

his bloody thumb

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Don’t we just love wars


 
trenches cherried

with torn men
 

rifle mouths

in bloom
 

the shepherd’s flute —

snapped

under jackboots
 

no song left

as keepsake

~Saba Zahoor

war declared--

Jimmy the cat and I,

sniffing the air at the open window

~Patrick Sweeney

when I was in second grade

the whole school prayed

for the president

~Patrick Sweeney

will we soon be told when to applaud

and when to weep

~Patrick Sweeney

not only the nuthatch

knows the world

is upside down


~Belinda Behne

 

thousands of voices

sing in the streets

melting the ice


~Belinda Behne

flat-earthers

but what about

their EEGs?


~Oscar Luparia

 

Evening of March 2, 2026

 

 

gunshots in the night

the street lamps illuminate

nothing

~M. R. Pelletier

Calm reflections

Stillness matters

In all this noise

 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

the reaper

seeks profit

from rubble

~Patricia Carragon

Welcome

Welcome to rubble after war-

the land of fairytales.

~Partha Sarkar

harvest

a swollen coastline

spilling the sea

 

~Gareth Nurden

thawing morning

gurgling air

in the pipes

~Gareth Nurden

an unfamiliar bird

searching for scraps

sharp frost

~Gareth Nurden

Stepping out

Two sides

Of the comfort zone

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Cafe au lait

Reflecting

Her happiness

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

desert trek

digesting how to be

a cactus

~Bipasha Majumder (De)

smooth sailing the sand catches the wind

~Katherine E. Winnick

Spasms

are back

in my hands,

spine, pins

& needles

haystacked

against me.

~Keith Snow

every year dandelions bloom

every year the old man sprays

every year dandelions bloom

~Albert Schlaht

the gods

mustn't be too hungry . . .

half moon

~Albert Schlaht

 

 

 

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