Afternoon of June 15, 2024

 

deadheading roses

how can

this much summer

have already

been lived

~Jennifer Gurney




flopped

on the bathroom floor

my mortal enemy

taking the cockroach in a cloth

I set him outdoors

~Madeleine Kavanagh




CVS pharmacy

elevator music

line of legal drug seekers

~Steve Van Allen




local market

a lady walking about

dabs

of foundation cream

on her face

~Tuyet Van Do




The faces I meet



A train at 4 a.m.

The call of the vein.

Different boulders.

Misunderstanding?


I open the door

And find a human-a glistening sardonic.


If I am happy, I am in a deathtrap.

~Partha Sarkar




I love the stone for the fact that he is steadfastly silent

I don't like people because they die


little birds kiss the glass of the universe

the world is a torn book in the hands of a child

~Mykyta Ryzhykh


(Originally published in Perceptions Magazine)




Calibrating Etymology


I used to close

with beat regards

but now beatitudes

seem more appropriate

~dan smith




No green in the clock



Once he protested alone against injustice and got defeated.

Then he thought he should protest collectively

And he joined the city of protest

And it is wise act

And it is positive.

congratulations!


But for a long time, I do not find any greenness in the clock.

~Partha Sarkar




bump stocks–

a major trigger

burning bright

~dan smith




lullabible

~Keith Evetts




shadow of a plane leaping trout

~Keith Evetts




no earthly reason why the moon

~Keith Evetts




it comes to me the cat

~Keith Evetts




the sky eats birds on the horizon

the bird shrinks to the size of a dot

the sun shines like a question mark

what will happen next?

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

 

(Originally published in Perceptions Magazine)




stepping off the train

with me

a vagabond pigeon

~Ranu Jain

 

 

Morning of June 14, 2024

 

The Cat Lady

~Kelly Moyer




up close

to the crow's

knuckles

~Patrick Sweeney




turns out

you can take it with you

spoliation

~Jerome Berglund




the twisted stanines in my testing history

~Patrick Sweeney




election results macaques + sleight of hand

~Jerome Berglund




Every voter is nothing but a salained corpse



The consternation.

The helpless eyes or the greedy fleeing.

The same attire of the ages.

No new wings for, of, by people.

Only just a box to put something into. What?

None know.


Yet a queue...

A smoke billowing.

~Partha Sarkar




he was far too mathematical for reincarnation

~Patrick Sweeney




not always a bad thing crash test dummy

~Jerome Berglund




a rubber boat traveled on the waters

resistance fighters about to pull the trigger

shoot first, talk later

~Fhen M.




Zummer Evenèn



Zunlight whirlèn

Zummer Evenèn

Russlèn brook

Yollow flowerz

Storm clouds

Gather in orcha'd

Death no foe

Never can forget 'ee

Hearty vo'k zing

A zong ov rememberin'

~Olinda Ninolakis




in this part of the play, I'm the old man writing in the back room

~Patrick Sweeney




dead pixel cheese grater revisionism

~Jerome Berglund




so many triggers Shiva packing heat

~Jerome Berglund




Dog Float



I float therefore I am

My human is close at hand

She leaves me adrift on a float

All the swimmers know me

I am a canine boat


I do know how to swim

Swimmers look at me and grin 

But it's so nice to just

Observe the birds above

In humans I do trust

~Olinda Ninolakis




when we used to wonder who the pallbearers would be

~Patrick Sweeney




leaving Sheetz through the wrong door    the pretzels know the way

~Patrick Sweeney




the voice on the phone doesn't breathe

~Patrick Sweeney




a glance back and the mystic stumbles

  ~Patrick Sweeney

 

 

 


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Afternoon of June 12, 2024

 

The Insomniac

~Kelly Moyer




sand grains

all her bullying

word by word

~Nicoletta Ignatti




obsessive compulsive disorder

lapping of waves

back and forth

~Nicoletta Ignatti




Renaissance Fair

costumed reenactors line up

at a porta-potty

~John J. Dunphy




marijuana dispensary

all its employees

highly trained

~John J. Dunphy




You have to love poetry

to be a poet.

But the only poems

I really love

are mine.

~Noah Berlatsky




flooded Golden Trumpets

all heaped on a drainage filter…

muddied and rotting

~Tejendra Sherchan




it was always fresh fish,

fresh meat, fresh fruits

served on an ancient table

~Fhen M.




then came a C Ration

imported, stateside

a fine range of canned foods

for not so sophisticated palates

~Fhen M.




a jungle of palm trees

turned to modern civilization

now an airport without airplanes.

~Fhen M.




I feel ashamed


The chirpings.

Birds come.

I spread crumbs.

They take them.

A mother-bird feeds a nestling.

A divine motherhood starts a day without war.


I feel ashamed of my human structure- The warmonger.

~Partha Sarkar




wordplaying with double entrées is appetizing

~Keith Snow




desert crackling orange peels tequila sunrise

~Elliot Diamond




haystack of a vacant moo

~Elliot Diamond

 

 


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Afternoon on June 8, 2024


 Recruiting


before

activity

ends in the cerebrum

a precisely located shock

it jumps!

pattern

realigned with our objective

it thinks our thoughts believes

our ends our means

are best

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




old stump

my old butt

good company

~Tom Blessing




Hey Joe, give me a chewing gum”

barefoot, soiled feet

this boy could have been my grandpa

~Fhen M.




just words

the jurors play

hangman

~Robert Witmer




the golden egg

each morning a different

goose

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




summer sunset

a bulbul flutters out of a bush

and flies in a curve

~Tejendra Sherchan




My journey

Without a caravan.

Feel the vacuum, beloved.

~Partha Sarkar




the dune moves on

polished metal emerges

from the sands of Mars

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




Knowing and Not Knowing

 

There are books on my kindle

I probably won’t read before I die.

 

So much knowledge

not in my head when my head

is filled with earth.

Who knows which books?

 

I mean, Finnegan’s Wake, obviously.

But other than that.

~Noah Berlatsky




candlelight

the fortune teller smiles

through the nervous shadows

~Robert Witmer




a white pale man

wore a Donald Duck hat

hired to build roads & airstrips

~Fhen M




flea circus

a mangy cat

snarls at a tiny chair

~Robert Witmer




lying listless

in wet mud

street cats

~Rupa Anand




catastrophic heat

the tree sheds mangoes

just to keep cool

~Rupa Anand




opal sky

the morning slug’s

trail of slime

~B. L. Bruce




sun slow to set

two hoots

from the owl

~B. L. Bruce




You are a hazy

moon, hiding

your intentions

in murky

mumblings.

~Nolcha Fox




annihilation—

Mexican Devils ravage a Peepal

halfway up

~Tejendra Sherchan




Pookie—

dancing to a cover of Boom  Boom

a hearty bowl of Soupy

~dan smith




"here

take everything I have"

i hold out my

empty hands

~Tom Blessing




dining out now checking for symptoms

~Ruth Holzer




giving the bird medicine he screams and dies

~Ruth Holzer




syrtaki for once joining the circle

~Ruth Holzer




waking to the brittle voices of the morning ravens

~Tom Blessing




memory

a brief visitor to my life

the man on a raft of cans

paddling down the ganges

at hardwar

neither of us knowing

the end of the journey

~Tom Blessing

 

 


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Evening of June 4, 2024


Invented Tongue

Griblish glubmitsch

Glinglyglingly

Beritched

Griblish glubmitsch

Mumubliblik


Demingcik digribnik

Duffisuffidly

Vifucked

Demingcik digribnik

Susuçuник

~Olinda Ninolakis




the harder

I hold on

the harder letting go is

~Jennifer Gurney




barcoding

illogical fuzzy logic

tuxedo cats

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




Swiftly


swifts perform a passeggiata

at twilight in Chania harbour

tourists click pics on their mobile phone

parea gathers noone alone


poets recite verse in Terza rima now

the sun melts gently into the lighthouse - how

fast the transition from day to night

scent of jasmine our senses excited

~Olinda Ninolakis




minor misunderstanding

bring on the banjos

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




if I only knew

the path this journey

will lead to...

~Jennifer Gurney




in the corner of my eye

supernova remnant

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




write about

what you know

write about

nothing

~Noah Berlatsky

 

Evening of June 3, 2024


PRF (The Pluto Rehabilitation Front)


Let's campaign to rehabilitate Pluto!

Since I was a child

Pluto was the ninth planet

of our solar system.

I don't want to believe that our teachers

were wrong for so long

or that Pluto had a free ride.

Let's campaign to rehabilitate Pluto

FREE PLUTO - FREE PLUTO!

~Marie Derley




it's too easy now for loners to keep in touch

~Patrick Sweeney




always the first to spot Hitchcock

in the films

he never made

~Patrick Sweeney




leaving the bathroom

a female worker

washes her hands

at

the kitchen sink

~Tuyet Van Do




On the last day of May I lay down

And wept with joy for many things

For friends for foes for sunsets

Sunrise, birds' dawn chorus

Journeys in space time

Lines without rhyme

Love lasting

Soaring

Still

~Olinda Ninolakis




bracing my heart

for the letter in the mail

final papers

~Jennifer Gurney




late night fire pits

long, slow mornings...

the pace of summer

~Jennifer Gurney




droplets on glass

a race to the bottom

I always win

~John Hawkhead




he doesn't want to go to the search party

~Patrick Sweeney




strange quarks

I revise my story

one more time

~John Hawkhead




bulldozers cut coconut trees

to construct a Quonset hut community

~Fhen M.




coke is a symbol of friendship

one advertisement claimed

& we believe it.

~Fhen M.




when only time

stands between now and the end

the finality

~Jennifer Gurney




a fern fiddlehead--

why can't I bloom?

ever questioning

~Tejendra Sherchan