Afternoon of October 7, 2025

 



naps are good but then

you wake up and you’re just

back where you started

~Noah Berlatsky




drone

not knowing where to land

sunflowers

~Gareth Nurden




last goodbye

the cold cutting

of the moon

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Gradual End of Days


Fimbulwinter

on right.

Ragnarök

to left.

Both seek

the center.

~Chad Parenteau




caught

within my kundabuffer

bluebirds

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




guru worship

i wash down my meds

with a mantra

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




the tattered thread count of inner-linens

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




slow corruption the body of state

~John Hawkhead



 

downtrodden an unexploded word

~John Hawkhead




At night, trees ask each other

How to escape to freedom.

~Mykyta Ryzhykh




straying from the herd

my legs leap from the bed

as I fall asleep

~M. R. Pelletier




life lessons

I get better & better

at being no good

~M. R. Pelletier




election month

prisoners released

in large numbers

~Bipasha Majumder (De)




potatoes

sold at a high rate

politicians

~Bipasha Majumder (De)




illumination

what I don’t get

from watching T.V.

~Douglas J. Lanzo




budget debates

what used to precede

shutdowns

~Douglas J. Lanzo



 

politicians

explaining away votes

babbling brooks

~Douglas J. Lanzo




peace agreements –

the devil's plan

in the details

~Nicoletta Ignatti




virtual keyboard . . .

collecting my fingerprints

on the screen


~Oscar Luparia




feline paw the new vase ready for kintsugi


~Oscar Luparia

 

Morning of October 2, 2025


 

demons don't dwell deep

but buzz busy bouquets 

traded through together times

playing phony, plainly plight

lovingly loatheing  lonesome lands

swell sweetly searching sense

in inlays indeed intended


~Allen David Simon




shameless shamans sell spirits

offering obscene opportunities

neverworld neigh need

altogether abandoning altruism anyone added
 

~Allen David Simon




times took time till tranquility trickled through


~Allen David Simon




truest trust traced to tomorrowland triumphantly turned tail


~Allen David Simon



divorce

rearranging the furniture

one more time


~Anne Fox




barren landscape

no place to rest my head

in my mind


~Anne Fox




hyperventilating into a brown bag lunch


~Anne Fox




cacao ceremony

spilling all the beans


~Olinda Ninolakis




If I won the lottery

I’d just sit here writing poetry,

and, hey, that’s what I’m doing

right now.


~Noah Berlatsky




inhale…

the sky cleans me

of me


~Maya Daneva




clinic’s garden

where rain and tears

mix


~Maya Daneva




bones that crack

silhouettes of velvet night

hiding under blankets


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




bongo-playing in the woods

I jam with

a woodpecker


~John J. Dunphy




my poetry reading

a listener

claps his hands

to squash

a mosquito

~John J. Dunphy




every morning

a cockroach drowns

in my water glass


~Tejendra Sherchan




the thin sinking socks of illiteracy

~Patrick Sweeney




nothing like watching a sea nettle practice the Tao


~Patrick Sweeney




spray-painted on the wall of Checks Cashed Here

a rainbow and a unicorn

~Patrick Sweeney




the medieval dread

of unknown

callers

~Patrick Sweeney




Duchamp resurrected and peed in the fountain.


~Martina Matijević




3:00AM

all the blinking lights

that never sleep


~Joshua St. Claire




a tight pony-tail screaming

at a seven year-old boy

aluminum bleachers


~Joshua St. Claire




ChatGPT programmed

not to admit it

dukkha


~Joshua St. Claire



 

rheumatism

in dog years

I am a tortoise


~Joshua St. Claire




On Prednisone



The only thing you need to know is that this is the third haibun I’ve written today.


flare star last gasp

~Joshua St. Claire

 


Morning of September 30, 2025

 


 

 

 

 

 

zero sum mindset the schism chasm between

~words & image Debbie Strange




winter light pillars making the most of insomnia


~Debbie Strange


 

fortune teller there will be (s)crying in my future


~Debbie Strange


 

from a torn equation ecstasy drips


~Vijay Prasad



Rebuke to Apolloniare


Maybe your life is a venereal disease,

but the love of a dog is pure.


~Noah Berlatsky




your lips say “Karen”

but I can hear the dog whistle

~Nicholas De Marino




fractional inspiration


(never)         mind

(doesn't)       matter


~Nicholas De Marino



 

You can't keep blaming

the time-traveling mongoose ghost.


~Nicholas De Marino





the three uses of the butter knife


1. Spread room-temp dairy product, so you can tell which side goes up.

2. Saw through sourdough, so someone asks about your trip to Europe.

3. Threaten the baker who lied about the freshness.

~Nicholas De Marino




fall nightmare

I walk the green mile

back to school


~Helen Buckingham



 

bar happy hour

even the restroom's toilet paper

unwinding


~John J. Dunphy




under the old jalopy

gnarled pumpkin vines

grow


~Joan C. Fingon




mooncakes

one piece of the rabbit

left to share


~Joanna Ashwell




wishbones

fearing the snap

of disappointment


~Joanna Ashwell




rising humidity

I call a guy over

to kill the cockroach


~Violet Avery Hall




zoom class

a fly keeps landing

on the girl that hates me

~Violet Avery Hall




I had writer’s block.

Then I decided

this poem was good enough.


~Noah Berlatsky




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


lpt

~Jaey Price

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Evening of September 26, 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 press conference-

the stomping

leads to whine


~dan smith




Electoral College

no electives

anymore


~dan smith




she saved

calculated every expense

put everything aside

then she lost her mind

that's how her life went


~Marie Derley




elle a épargné

calculé chaque dépense

tout mis de côté

puis elle a perdu l’esprit

ainsi s’est passée sa vie


~Marie Derley




my world

ruled mostly

by honey badgers


~Tejendra Sherchan




what’s the trick

for staying grounded here?

well, gravity


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




these days

relating

to a gnarled tree


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




zebra day

licorice night

full tux wedding


~Elliot Diamond




winter deepens the earworm of our tragedy


~Bryan Rickert




slamming the door our house of cards


~Bryan Rickert




the spherical uncertainty of a perfect circle


~Roberta Beach Jacobson




stuck between white and black holes of her heart my self


~Tejendra Sherchan




the artists who broke the kindergarten paint rules


~Patrick Sweeney




an infinity of locked doors in the spotted leopard's mind


~Patrick Sweeney




loneliness circling back with a limp


~
Patrick Sweeney




living for years on Aretha's 'huh'


~Patrick Sweeney

 

 

Afternoon of September 24, 2025


 

 

projected on the castle wall memories

~Tom Blessing



 

flying trapeze

a spider sways

on its lifeline

~Milan Rajkumar



 

Twitter war

night owls wait

for the early birds


~Milan Rajkumar



 

cold calling   ∞   funeral bells

~John Hawkhead



remains all that remains

~John Hawkhead




leaving littoral in the literal

~John Hawkhead




dandelions

the only clocks

i need


~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad




low-value passport

wishing

i were a bird


~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad




Truth lies


~Mykyta Ryzhykh




melting

I long to dip my toes

in your coolness


~Jennifer Gurney




My Dream


I just wanna

live, y’know?


~Jeannette Zallar




reptilian leaves

commingling shadows

on the hidden path


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




my fate

is my fate

crossing bridges


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Dust on the mirror

Time has not been kind

brightening moon


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




short eternity



eternity always

feels too

short when you're

one of the ancient

daughters of the moon.


~linda m. crate




angry moon crab


when i cut the tail

of scorpions off

with my claws,

they aren't so scary;

and i've never been

scared to cut a fish

in half.


~linda m. crate




what if

everything ends now

tornado watch


~Mona Bedi




animal balloons

an elephant wanders

among the clouds


~Mona Bedi



 

psychic’s couch 

the things I hid

from myself


~Mona Bedi



after the rapture a world without dogs


~Julie Bloss Kelsey