Evening of July 15, 2026

 

monsoon rain

a sparrow on a powerline

owns all of it

~Tejendra Sherchan

late sunflower ~

i remember the ocean

before the frost

~katharine love

Star of Peace 

Star of Peace! 

Let the midnight come. 

~ Partha Sarkar

Breaking bread getting to the bottom of things 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello  

I shouldn't have told my neighbor

about the power I'm gaining from his silver maple tree

~Patrick Sweeney

his plan for today is to go to the edge of the forest

and sit for another chickweed tutorial

~Patrick Sweeney

old forest tangled within walls wild birdsong 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

midnight ballerina her tassels

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Longing upon the page my story unwritten

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

When the Origami Smokes 

The moving of some intention to dry the ocean in your mouth so you can

speak and say,  

Plantagenets are sewn into the earth to make bread where peasants

loosen their tongues and call it an inside out apostrophe, 

The laundry turns into doves and flies away as the laminated child breaks

apart like porcelain to my map of many planets. 

~John Vlachos

she blinks . . .

some of the pain

slips out

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

THE OPEN PLAN SYMPHONY

Eighty people are typing in unison

Everyone wears noise-canceling earphones

We send emojis to our neighbors  

Nobody looks at the actual window 

The sky outside is purely cosmetic 

We breathe the recycled air deeply

I am lonely in three dimensions 

~Leonard Zinovyev

UPGRADE

I uploaded my mind to the cloud today,

But the "Terms and Conditions" forgot my face;

Now I wander the grid, like a viral ghost,

Reblogging the silence of empty space.

~Leonard Zinovyev

Civil War battlefield

fresh hostilities break out between

partisan tourists

~John J. Dunphy

my fingers weave 

through her silver hair 

i search for lice 

~Bernadette O'Reilly 

COMMUTER'S  LAMENT

We sit on the train, polite and discreet,

Eating Wi-Fi signals for our morning meal.

A stranger beside me just sprouted an eye,

And we both double-tap to see if it's real.

~Leonard Zinovyev

THE ALGORITHM KNOWS ME

The Internet suggests a new jacket. 

It matches my deep

existential dread.

The color is called "Corporate Void".

I bought it with one click.

The delivery drone arrived 

before I ordered.

It dropped the box on my head.

It whispered

that it loves me.

~Leonard Zinovyev

WIRELESS

The router blinked twice.

An uninvited ghost logged

into the Wi-Fi.

It changed the password

to "boo".

~Leonard Zinovyev

Simple good life 

Soup noodles 

Leave me wanting 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

a love match—

the IBAN code on the invitation card

in lowercase

~Nicoletta Ignatti

Where to submit in August:

Kingfisher Journal

https://kingfisherjournal.com/submissions/

tinywords

https://tinywords.com/about/

Wales Haiku Journal

https://www.waleshaikujournal.com/submit

Evening of July 11, 2026

 

invisible

                  connections

our phones touch    briefly

~Melissa Dennison

Down we go like a submarine sweet dissolving sugar 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

mortality grey skies that don't clear up

~dan smith

Can’t move time there’s no point purple prairie sage

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

Yarrow fields thick fog but we’ll make it through 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

Honeysuckle  a gloomy day passes for a new dawn 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

e-bikes

gateway drug

to demolition derby

~Jennifer Gurney

demolition 

big house on the street

eats itself 

~RJ Humbl’ 

After Liu Tsung-yüan

 

The birds don’t fly in these mountains now.

No footprints mark the road.

 

One boat, one man, one straw hat

and fish beneath river snow.

~Noah Berlatsky

Words   

Words get deep in a natural morning. 

~ Partha Sarkar

high gas prices

the body bags 

keep filling up

~dan smith

 

Visitation Rites

  

dad took Rusty

to the vet

both long dead

I finally cry


~dan smith

All Out 

Arriving now and again trying to be mighty, as we ponder what to say,

insects living in our words as we dare to pretend, as we scoop up

adjectives in the open fields and read them to the bees. 

 

And the moon, a ruined monument rusts. 

 

Let it be that it was never said the words became old walking on crutches.

 
~John Vlachos

Vegetable Talk 

There you are I see you now, as you become emblem, pledging a dream to

the Robin Redbreast, an oath to the sparrows, a promise to the gadflies

and insinuating circumstances, emailing themselves the proper way

with an icon attached…disrobing the statue before it walks away. 


~John Vlachos

on the street

a woman washes clothes

her zebra legs

 ~Tejendra Sherchan 

Open now: The Pan Haiku Review 7

https://www.callofthepage.org/the-pan-haiku-review/

(email: panhaikureview@gmail.com)

 

 

Open all of July: Cornflower Magazine

https://haikudingen.be/magazine/

Morning of July 8, 2026

 

Still Holding on

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Life in stitches she remembers her purse

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

Sneaking chocolate cake in a thunderstorm emotions abandoned
 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

Leaves whirling down the rabbit hole along with my worries

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

the night curled up and cut its veins

heaven did not notice anything

only the cats turned over to the other side in a dream

the magic of childhood is over
 

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

bite my ear like salvador dali

drown me in a landscape painting

i flower flower 

i smoke smoke

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

Poem Ending with a Line by Pindar



Check your spelling, 

or try without quotes:

“stormfoot chariot”


~Joseph Tate

Corners of Unmade Beds 

He is his said of a was and more going to be, being of an unmade what of his mind, 

as he speaks in the middle of the night is the most his heart can give, 

for the in and the out of someone’s mind.

~John Vlachos

famous last words

my parents on a road trip

nearly there

~Jennifer Gurney

my 

least favorite insect 

thwack

~Jennifer Gurney

after the wind

bird-nest hair

~Albert Schlaht

a sneeze

having gotten away from him

fleeing pigeons

~Albert Schlaht

he takes

his eggs hard-boiled

the slouching detective

~Albert Schlaht

more and more each day

I'm less and less afraid

of little green men

~Patrick Sweeney

he's an iridescent fly away

from another entomological disquisition

~Patrick Sweeney

If it is required 

If it is required, you may get defeated. 

~ Partha Sarkar

the crayon left in the car seat 

turned into a celestial blue puddle 

~Patrick Sweeney

twenty times a day 

I want to WD-40

my neighbor's screen door

~Patrick Sweeney

habitable planets

in our galaxy

I am the landlord of five

~Tejendra Sherchan 

pretending to be someone who was pretending to be someone 

until mom let the green parakeets out of their cage

~Patrick Sweeney

she thinks the crickets are talking about the moon

~Patrick Sweeney

'Eternal rest' 

always sounded

good to her

~Patrick Sweeney

as luck

would have it

brown recluse

~Tom Bierovic

crescent moon

she asks to see the ring

in better light

~Tom Bierovic

baggage check

the backward glance

she didn’t give 

~Tom Bierovic

Always open for magickal poetry submissions: Circle of Salt

https://circleofsaltmag.blogspot.com

Always open for submissions: The Other Bunny

https://theotherbunny.blog/about/

Open for submissions in July: Frogpond

https://www.hsa-haiku.org/frogpond/submissions.html