Afternoon of February 18, 2025

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his whole philosophy on the front lawn


~Patrick Sweeney




Mowing the lawn

the same pattern

over and over

imprinting lines into grass’s memory

thinking the same thoughts

again and again the same pattern

can’t get out of my own head

maybe this time I should

break free

mow diagonally right across the lawn

~Robert Miner




Vox Populi

once a whisper

now a scream

~dan smith




Imperialism


Throws upward

The torn pieces of a paper

The madman

Standing on a thin broken wall.


~Partha Sarkar




The Gift of the Maga

a scalped population

getting the brush off


~dan smith




non-sequitor

nothing

makes sense now


~Robert Epstein




Trapped in a traffic jam


Let me cross the road...

Then I decide whether

I will return home or wander under the stars.


~Partha Sarkar




her honking smiles in the morning rush


~Vijay Prasad




immune to my telepathy, a deer on the berm of the road


~Patrick Sweeney




waiting

for the light to change

roadside chicken


~Roberta Beach Jacobson




generation X marking the spots on my hands


~Kelly Sargent




he wants to wrestle Antaeus at zero g


~Patrick Sweeney




valentine’s day lonely full moon


~Tejendra Sherchan




there's no 'is what it is' in high-energy physics

~Patrick Sweeney




line editing the line editing my ex


~Robert Epstein




riding on the wobbly wheel of what's going to happen to me


~Patrick Sweeney




holes in the paper dolls playground wars


~Kelly Sargent




there in the monostich of time; a bluejay in the snow


~Patrick Sweeney




even zen can be overdue books


~Robert Epstein




under floorboards behind bookshelves happening again


~Patrick Sweeney




a threatening letter

from the good people who sent him

a free blood-pressure cuff


~Patrick Sweeney




the smell of bacon

forgiving

the night before

~Kelly Sargent




Dawn Senryu

smashed bottle

in grey sand --

baby's first steps

~Brian Palmu




often I dream

of globe-trotting the world

my holed pocket

~Tejendra Sherchan




first shower at his apartment

clarifying shampoo

in my eyes

~Kelly Sargent




Un-Zen Thirty


Unknown to him

Clock was reset

Instead of alarm


Woke late

In panic-rush

Showered halfway


Dressed, until

He realized

He was early

~Keith Snow




after remortgaging a second time

he kept the intricacies of his gambling theories

to himself


~Patrick Sweeney




On our radar: Poetry contests open now


Wergle Flomp (humor): Deadline April 1

https://winningwriters.com/our-contests/wergle-flomp-humor-poetry-

contest-free


The Robert Spiess Memorial Haiku Contest (fee): Deadline March 13

http://modernhaiku.org/spiesscontest/spiesscontest2025.html

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