Afternoon of March 7, 2025

 

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I dreamed I was in a Fellini movie

shooing a horsefly off the gorgonzola with a pink boa,

     anyone?

~Patrick Sweeney

Had Lenin toiled in the production centre?

Did Lenin himself toil in the sun?

Had Lenin hammered in the production,

There would be a complete revolution.

~Partha Sarkar

she doesn't want to talk about monkey bites in the coliseum

~Patrick Sweeney

staring at the bustling people fishes on sale

~Tejendra Sherchan

sunset moving a silhouette of shamrocks onto the bathroom wall

~Patrick Sweeney

tooth fairy decay

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

 

you can speak freely in front of these house sparrows

~Patrick Sweeney

cameras flash our rebirth is thwarted

~Richard Magahiz

in celebration of introversion hoodie

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

suddenly anxious for the appearance of violets

~Patrick Sweeney

boiling in the blood a sniveling appetite for lead

~Richard Magahiz

the clouds maybe don't know what they've gotten themselves mixed up in

~Patrick Sweeney

alone with my thoughts

clench eyes tight from the voices

too loud, too damn loud

~James Benger

ocelot protocols

stumps rot

to fashion-dust

~Richard Magahiz

after the rain

courts rule in favor

of the rainbow

~Jennifer Gurney

milkweed silk

at each ear     spiderwebs

drape the snout

~Richard Magahiz

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Afternoon of March 5, 2025

  Deep Sea Dance Party

~John-Paul Moyer

death daisy hypnotizes drone pollinators

~Nick De Marino

certifiable his declaration of divinity

~dan smith

 

 

snow for no reason

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

 

infested with a body a flea without options

~Vijay Prasad

the s OW nd of hurt

~dan smith

stoned ape stone tape tapas and other near-life experiences

~Nick De Marino

emptiness in the glass


~Mykyta Ryzhykh

everything

in buds and blooms

why not me?

~Tejendra Sherchan

hither dither

catawampus

fifteen minute scramble

daily special

caesar word salad

~Marjorie Pezzoli

scissor birds

cutting paper dolls

holding hands with myself

~Marjorie Pezzoli

You’re out there somewhere.

Not forgotten. A fine time for

some Single malt sorrow.

~Rich Boucher

being and nothingness

refusing to reveal

my week’s work

~dan smith

birdshot

holes in your theory

another empty nest

~Marjorie Pezzoli

            sunset

  over the eastern forest

a monster devours children


~Melissa Dennison

mermaid’s purse

the coral currency

of drowning

~Joanna Ashwell

Building a dream

And we all

fall down

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Disowning

Before getting disowned

Paths diverged

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

adrift

as we circle in our orbit

new moon

~Jiel Narvekar

wrestling

with fate

the death star looming

~Melissa Dennison

Ash Wednesday

unhoused person crosses his forehead

with a cigarette butt

~John J. Dunphy

burning bridges

our shared history

in ashes

~Melissa Dennison

criticism

making what was better said

worse

~M. R. Pelletier

editorial

having the last word

first

~M. R. Pelletier

 

 

Afternoon of March 1, 2025

	The Samurai ~Jean-Paul Moyer Joshua St. Claire found himself transformed into a horrible vermin three-hour budget meeting ~Joshua St. Claire Don't think of it as getting older. Think of it as taking more pills. ~Noah Berlatsky pyramid scheme we lose another home ~Jerome Berglund with its masquerade a cockroach escapes my squashing ~Tejendra Sherchan The world is too small to bid goodbye I have given everything that I had. You have given me everything that you had. Now you have to go As a bright journey awaits you. But I will not bid you goodbye. The world is too small to bid you goodbye for good. ~Partha Sarkar almost as tall as me                                           Tomorrow’s moon ~Joshua St. Claire solitaire suit yourself ~Jerome Berglund shooting star robots do not cry ~Maya Daneva moonlight what dad never confessed ~Maya Daneva unnecessary things scattered on the floor. including my life. ~Mykyta Ryzhykh death never ends ~Mykyta Ryzhykh   mold spores laughter from behind the drywall ~Roberta Beach Jacobson sky becoming blueberries this sunset ~Maya Daneva paint-by-numbers lotus                                                  no dissembly required ~Joshua St. Claire what happened when what happened happened ~Joshua St. Claire feeling some kinda way poppies ~Joshua St. Claire katydid find my iPhone ~Joshua St. Claire my incompetence the north wind presses on stones  ~Joshua St. Claire in my thoughts just enough moonlight ~Maya Daneva in the next game they change the colors of their uniforms ~Jerome Berglund pink penguins prance Rastafari play reggae kittens' road trip ~Olinda Ninolakis temple on the side of a street its missing God ~Tejendra Sherchan picking through the end of a pomegranate stellar remnants ~Joshua St. Claire     aquarium . . .  undersea nurses in scuba-scrubs ~Roberta Beach Jacobson she feels less lonely looking out the window into the graveyard ~Denisa Hanšutová coyote the size of an alsatian in this night somewhere close ~Jerome Berglund abortion pill gulping the blood moon a werewolf ~Debarati Sen On Our Radar Tsuri-doro:   Open for submissions March 1-10   https://tsuridoro.org/contact   &   Joyfully Wondrous:   Open for (poetry, photos, short fiction, art) subs March 1-7   magiquepublishing245@gmail.com       & Fireflies' Light: Open for poetry and essays about poetry subs March 1-31 https://www.mobap.edu/about-mbu/publications/fireflies-light/

Morning of February 27, 2025

 

                                                 
Private Eyes

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

hoeing around

a young zucchini

Bob Marley sings

don’t cut

my connection

~Randy Brooks

I have

emptied the

dishwasher.

 

I am

announcing

this now

 

because I want

credit.

~Noah Berltasky

detritivores, unite!

inauguration day

billionaires feed

on what remains

~J.J. Penniman/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

sleep tight streetlight

ghostly voices

a crow plucks nits

from my nihilism

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

filleted potato

poetry cafe

the hatchetman

leads a beat to slaughter

~Robert P. Moyer/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

the dew has risen

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

the fragment airy world

~Bob Carlton

We pecked grain at sunset. The farmers sharpened their knives.

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

pigeons eat pigeons

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

after the derecho our splinter group grows stronger

~dan smith

the dead man's mail more interesting than mine

~dan smith

gravity is not subject to my freedom

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

Abandoning Demons

 

Having relinquished all control,

I immediately encounter

a sense of ambient anxiety.

All my surroundings are new to me.

I see depth in color and feel touch temperature.

Familiar voices exhibit a new clarity.

Now darkness holds no terror

and the stars beckon me

to places in never imagined.

~R. Gerry Fabian

from zenith

the Deneb gazing down

at winter jasmines

~Tejendra Sherchan

winter camellia

alone in the garden

section

~Madeleine Kavanagh

Birth-only friend

Birth-

My only friend

Who gives me an obscure destination

And goes forever.

~Partha Sarkar

Hanging

On the edge of a moment

Tears never cried

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Sun-Soaked

Half-baked tendencies

Roasting under

Heavenly Hell,

Rendering ashes.

~Chris Litsey

Colleague

Face made

for HR,

scent fit for

bathroom

passing

judgement.

~Chad Parenteau

the uni

verse is

for ever

expanding

memory

~Bob Carlton

What Luck!



a pen

at hand

just now

when…

~Bob Carlton

Each conversation

Each conversation is as sweet as buzzing

If there is no hidden knife in it.

~Partha Sarkar

scythe tree

hiding in the spring night

to slay ghosts

~Tejendra Sherchan

Winter Adage

You gotta

move in

the cold

or

the cold

is gonna

move in

to you.

~Bob Carlton

smiling down on me

in my roadster

a drive-thru thumbs up

~Randy Brooks

squirrels are rodents

please respect

their cuteness

don’t

call

them

tree

rats

~John H. Dromey (text) / Wilbur F. Gleckler (image)

 

 

Unsure when this deadline

is,

so best to submit in

February!