Afternoon of November 11, 2026

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

 

 

vulnerability just a chunk in my chowder

~Sarah Mahina Calvello  

 

 

 

microscopic faith

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

 

 

chronic conditions right for flying

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

  

                                             Curtain Call

                            ~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

when I was just a grub
beneath the lawn
we hummed the words

~Randy Brooks

 

 

                       Bedrock

 

                red stain of pain

                     no myth

          the Phoenix's struggle

                                                ~Joshua Burnside

 

 

 

First

 

came

the warp

& then — woof!

~Mark Young

 

 

 

 

 Jekyll & Hyde

This is not     who I am.

I am not what you see.

~Mark Young

 

 

 

 

Hemingway was right

we are strong

in all the broken places

~Jennifer Gurney

in the stillness

so much action

off stage

~Jennifer Gurney

 

 

 

 arachnids 
on the glass, alas

~Mark Young

 

 

 

THE ACCIDENT OF LIFE

 

In the accident

that we call life,

I'm the fall down

a manhole,

you're the trip

on a stone.

Our life together

is testament

to the failure

to recover on our own.

~John Grey

 

 

 

 Misreading Richard Siken

Raphael was trying to say something about

yellows.

~Noah Berlatsky

  

 

  

SLEEPING ON THE TRAIN

 

Fell asleep in Minneapolis,

awoke in Rugby, North Dakota.

Never in my life,

have I missed so much geography.

~John Grey  

 

 

 

I’ve never seen a mole hill

just lots of mountains and 

a few dead moles

~Ed Bremson, MFA

 

 

 

cocktail hour
the smell
of molotov

~Jiel Narvekar

 

 

 

Afternoon of November 8, 2026

leaf peeping— the owl on the fence battery operated ~Adele Evershed road kill— a Do Not Enter sign in a crow’s eye ~Adele Evershed   summer,  beetles trace their language  on unsuspecting logs ~Kai Grenham     past emergez re relentlesz exekut1ve zearch query - Red0ubLed konf1dent1aL leaderch!P zpace warPhare dekonfL1kt10n SWEZ <0-sh1t!> EWEZ, zpace [attack]  debr1z on Ph1re, rePherr1ng exekut1ve past – hay, 1 d0/d1d nPt pr0l1Pherat10n, not zpace n am dead/Ret1red anywaze n just a writer so wtf? ~Scott C. Holstad

This is not even

a good attempt at a

sonnet.

~Noah Berlatsky

 

 

 

 

a verse

driven by pathetic license 

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

 

 

 

  

Wave-lines of meandering streams—torrents of broken houses;

Einstein's tea leaves settling

~Patrick Sweeney

Reunion— simultaneous incredulous googling

~Patrick Sweeney

 

mind’s stated-x 

 

mind’s state - 

                        stated minds

red expressions,

                        bloody well frozen

but as for time…

                            ~Scott C. Holstad

 

There's no stopping the exceptions to the rule

~Patrick Sweeney

I fell under the influence of an uncoiling cloud

in a sky so blue, it had to be a cartoon 

~Patrick Sweeney

Job Gobbler


AI code is reinventing Labor
And build for us
A choice:

Expand or minimize our minds
Waxing sameness and bell curves
May drive our lives
pelted with homogenized reiteration slop and misinformation
A spawned distrust
Labor becomes days of rest
forced sloth or voluntary reinvention

~Gregg Dotoli

 

deep inside tears ghost moon surrenders 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

 

mirror reflection of myself faces of the moon

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

 

 

 

I'm beginning to think we're going to be coughing for the rest of our lives

~Patrick Sweeney 

 

 

 

 

 Joyfully Wondrous (monthly zine)

 

http://magiquepublishing.com/submissions/ 

Afternoon of November 6, 2026

 

 

famine
I eat 
the moon 
~Tejendra Sherchan

lotus root soup

a thousand holes

gaping at me

~Jackie Chou

 

anxiety therapy

the squeak of a marker

on the whiteboard

~Jackie Chou

zoom meeting 

she denies taking up

all my bandwidth 

~Jackie Chou

  

daily bread
the punctuality
of an absence 

~Oscar Luparia

sipping coffee
the poem
brewing 

~Elliot Diamond

 

 

Nikola Tesla in love with a pigeon 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello  

 

 

he talked of Lovecraft she heard romance

~dan smith

loneliness of days humming refrigerator

~Sarah Mahina Calvello  

after Mendelssohn

poems without words

~Roberta Beach Jacobson 

Skeltonics
the mockingbird’s best
jackhammer

~Joshua St. Claire 

 

 

 

the day
I shut my mouth for good
white hydrangeas

~Joshua St. Claire

Bashō’s moon
grasping for my spectacles
in the dark

~Joshua St. Claire

 

 

the VP's smile

bends the fluorescent light
Faust

~Joshua St. Claire

 

 

 

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