Afternoon of January 15, 2025


 

 

wolf moon

the politician's

sheepish grin

~Melissa Dennison




Bukowski in space

writes like Bukowski on Earth

ham on rye and sex

~Nicholas De Marino




embracing word salad

she struggles to finish

her poem

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




I love you

 

like the little spider

that you would throw out

 

only to find that

it wove hearts

into its web for you

~Oliver Kleyer




autumn leaves

us in

the dark

~Jerome Berglund




All night

Heartbeats reverberating

Down lonely streets

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




deep dive

bubbles

of sea-ghosts

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




A Sad Dog Story


I like to scritch you,

but I don’t want you to lick me.

 

You like to be scratched

but you want to lick me.

 

Every satisfaction is also an irritation.

Such are dogs and love.

~Noah Berlatsky




mourning the death of live and let live

~dan smith




And there is hope


Dawn with dense fog.

Visibility is zero.

That means there is hope

That means fog will lift soon

That means we will see faces clearly.

~Partha Sarkar




nature

without politics

backyard garden

~Jerome Berglund

 


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