Afternoon of May 9. 2026

 

The Love Buggy

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Google

the kitchen

of the Internet,

why did I come

here again?

~Keith Snow

in the blink of an eye

borrowing billions

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

peace march

no need for tear gas

to cry

marche pour la paix

pas besoin de gaz lacrymogènes

pour pleure

~Marie Derley

a headless doll

all the faces of war

~Arvinder Kaur

neighbour’s tree

what forbidden apples look like 

~Arvinder Kaur

there till the poem lasts dandelion clock

~Arvinder Kaur

fully loaded

dandelion clock

flight check

~Randy Brooks

 

country-fried steak

two shakes of jalapeño juice

like grandpa

~Randy Brooks

 

the way his bandana

calls more attention

to his toothless smile

~Robert Epstein

new buds

the balder I get

the longer my beard

~Robert Epstein

just retired

filling her appt. book

with smiley faces

~Robert Epstein

when we switch

into a two-for-one

singularity

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

only the perfect 

cookies for my one true love 

singularity 

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

the skull-shaped urn

might have been a mistake

your eyes follow me

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

The Last Robot 

The sun grew large and red

Earth now its closest satellite

humanity long extinct 

the last robot surrendered 

to the small eaters 

last as they had been first 

ten billion years before 

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

daybreak —

an outer space star

sets earth rock ablaze

~Sarah Mirabile-Blacker

Five Fleas Swag

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Morning of May 8, 2026

 

from the voice

within my mind

cuckoo song

~albert schlaht

Cold Comfort

My skeleton, Bob

But three jumpers on,

He said it was just the job,

Now that all his flesh has gone.

~Bernard Pearson

the donkey tethered

to it's shadow

coast road

~Gareth Nurden

heat lightning bugs 

~Ed Bremson, MFA

insomnia

I hear stars whirling

in the dark

~Marie C Lecrivain

April shower

an intermission

between conflicts

~Marie C Lecrivain

capsized boat

her arms still wrapped around

the child

~Debarati Sen

inspiration

is everywhere

when you open your eyes

and see

that it is not very inspiring

~Noah Berlatsky

cloud forest

the woolly monkey's

thumbs like ours

~Ruth Holzer

world in flames watching a movie

~Ruth Holzer

Out back

in the back

lot of a

closed-down

studio

he found

some

moving

pictures.

~Mark Young

 

This poem is a note on this poem

She found it unicorned inside the

hiding-place of those animals

that did not make it onto the Ark.

~Mark Young

THE LATE, VERY GREAT MOLLY LUFT

(b. 3/19/1944, d. 11/24/2010)

Have you, pray tell, ever heard of Molly Luft

Who passed last November twenty-fourth?

Widely hailed as "Germany's fattest whore,"

A heroic figure, renowned in Teutonic lore, 

Treasured icon of trash TV and other media --

This was Molly, according to Wikipedia.

She weighed one hundred-eighty kilo in her prime

And, sad to say, she died well before her time

Because, though she was nicely toned and buffed,

There was just too much Molly…and too little Luft.

~Elliot Wilner

his shuffle

fermented

by aging 

~Ingrid Bruck

all the hills 

surrounding my native village 

ravaged by landslides——

even after I wake up 

my limbs tremble 

~Tejendra Sherchan 

Books

The house came into the dream.

The walls of book, floor of book,

my uncle complaining about a burning

furore in his chest and I said, "Find

the right book, the one you have been

seeking, remove it from the pile,

and the structure will collapse"

That would have released the house, him,

and tonight I might have a blank dream.

~Kushal Poddar

I don’t want it to be fine 

Because fine is not enough 

~jon vlahos

scrapyard

the fallen ones

still burning

~Joanna Ashwell

 

even an ellipsis can’t save us … dawn

~Joanna Ashwell

 

penny lane

no room here

for inflation

~Joanna Ashwell

stuck again

the glue

of thought 

~M. R. Pelletier 

Morning of May 4, 2026

 

house centipede...

I take a moment to celebrate

my fingers and toes

~Patrick Sweeney

pinball nudge instead of church

all we needed to know was the color of the vestments

~Patrick Sweeney

her cat's yawn...

and I'm a sparrow

ready to beat the dust

~Patrick Sweeney

he's the kind of guy who entertains a fly

on his knuckle at lunch time

~Patrick Sweeney

at the window

your bone-white

screaming face

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

the lonely guy 

McWoman is made 

from McRib

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

examining the dot-dash-dot of my being till dawn

~Patrick Sweeney

the same day my brother quit school

a guy came into the bowling alley

with a raccoon on a leash

~Patrick Sweeney

what's to become

of 'a penny saved'?

~Patrick Sweeney

he's memorized the names

of the neighbors

and their dogs

~Patrick Sweeney

AN ITCH UNREACHABLE

And suddenly like that there is a determined itch ,

The skin is punished by false ashes and sackcloth.

Or that armour of iron through which you cannot reach!

Clink clank– that is not the sound of your fingernails,

The skin is punished by false ashes and sackcloth.

Loud penitence indeed, an itch made your life hell!

Writhe into impossible contours, desperate to itch,

Your spine at mid back is dreaming for fingernails to reach.

Fake armour, ashes and sackcloth give rashes beyond reach,

The itchy rash crawls up the spine but you cannot scratch the itch.

~Debaleena Mukherjee

Swirl the montage and pick pocket answers. 

~jon vlahos

Paragons, a shimmering delayed tactic where shadows pillage those who live there.

~jon vlahos

Powerful words portioned out in glass flasks, a word be politics. 

~jon vlahos

almost sure

they are talking about me

silver maple blossoms

~Joshua St. Claire

megrim becoming a seismograph 

~Joshua St. Claire

dreaming in reverse haiku

~Joshua St. Claire

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