Afternoon of April 29, 2025

 

Hotel Note


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

dust motes

in a sunlight shaft

this rhetoric

of existentialism

every now and then

~Arvinder Kaur

It don't mean a thing

if Buddha ain't got that zen,

so blow that green smoke!

~Morley Cacoethes

 

 

Tell me, cat, when you

reincarnate, will you come

back as homeless me?

~Morley Cacoethes

Gritting My Rodent-Resembling Teeth

Triturating my rodent-resembling top teeth on

their nether, underneath counterparts

gritting them like a tree’s bark against a saw,

like a nail file against a cat’s overly sharp claws,

I wither myself away into ivory shards;

Admittedly, when I have no sustenance I gnaw

on my body’s infinitely available flaws,

until I’m left dismantled in my own boneyard.

~Mira Fox

The Very Itch of Me

within the shadows i lurk and when you least except it there i am floating upon you with

deepening urges desiring in impaling you –annoyingly hovering over you constantly dancing

about you –longing to be near and close as your ear humming my cravings in touching you

–everywhere anywhere you leave expose to me; legs arms fingers lips neck and back –your skin

so erotically appetizing –exciting me into a frenzy of implying and suckling upon you –tickling

your toes nibbling at those tender lobes exploring all of you –i loiter in stalking you till i pounce

drinking you in filling myself full of you sharing the very disease of me –then taking flight only

to return –addicted to the very DNA of you for our bond is strong –such intimacy we shared

having left my mark upon you –causing you to recall remembrances in the very itch of me.

~Michael Butkovich

 

 

long after

the ink has dried

family, still

~Jennifer Gurney

The Good Fight

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

 

 

 

Collapsed squares become wrecktangles.

~Richard Kostelanetz

Death’s life’s “bottom line.”

~Richard Kostelanetz

Robots are modern slaves.

~Richard Kostelanetz

Some speak nonsense unintentionally.

~Richard Kostelanetz

Correct punctuation goes unnoticed.

~Richard Kostelanetz

Whatever is was possible.

~Richard Kostelanetz

rumbling thunder

silencing all the chattering

for once

~Tejendra Sherchan

green skies

I try to remember

Earth

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

lost colony

naught but shard and bone

a howl at the moons

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

between wishing and fulfilment Saturn’s transit


~Arvinder Kaur

green spring loving the alien

~Scott Wiggerman

hidden tunnel

light on the other

side of the world

~Scott Wiggerman

responding

to an ancient call

mourning doves

~Scott Wiggerman

closed casket

a fly mourns

to get in

~Scott Wiggerman

the bulldozer

is faster than the tree

law of the jungle

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

 

 

Deadline May 1: Nominate (2024) poetry

for the Dwarf Stars 2025 Anthology

http://www.sfpoetry.com/dwarfstars.html

 

 

Morning of April 26, 2025

 

RULES OF THUMB

Desire is bad for your posture,

Thinking is bad for your breath,

Life is bad for your health

~Richard Collins

class action

with all your

spare time

~Jerome Berglund

Good Dog

The good dog has one job:

do not step in poop.

She failed.

~Noah Berlatsky

our grandfathers

firing cannons

above the clouds

~Jerome Berglund

seasons below ground

only if

you change floors

~Jerome Berglund

YES, EMPTINESS

These snowcloud mountains

struck by a slanting

sliver of dawn — 

an avalanche 

of silence.

~Richard Collins

local eatery

an adjacent diner

finger-combing his beard

~Tuyet Van Do

The Brave Thing

what’s left of your face is swollen

another nurse every six hours

who you will never

have children with

keeps looking

at her phone.

~John Dorsey

Progress

Few appreciate

the ubiquitous flush toilet

but elderly folks,

often repeatedly,

WHOOSH

watch and

wonder.

~Allan Lake

HALF MOON FULL BRIGHT

a broken silver doubloon

bitten in half by a toothless knight

this half moon still shines 

its full worth

~Richard Collins

 

the night hoots

a worm moon

slips to day


~Elliot Diamond

Moon shimmering

Plum blossoms

The cards I’ve been dealt

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Weird feeling

Living a loop

Déjà vu

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

length of day

a dung beetle

rolling eyes


~Elliot Diamond

I WAS BORN IN 1952

I was born in 1952, a year most stellar,

ten years after the book Old Yeller,

when England first heard The Goon Show,

which revolutionized radio,

with Spike Milligan and Peter Sellers,

spawning a generation of funny fellers.

and who could forget Singin’ in the Rain

with Gene Kelly higher on love than cocaine

and to think: I was just minus seven

when Hiroshima was sent to heaven.

~Richard Collins

war in hyperlink
 

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

 

https://sonicboomjournal.wixsite.com/sonicboom/world-collage-day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Morning of April 22, 2025

 

art therapy

a pinch of stardust

in the school glue

~words & image Kelly Sauvage Moyer

an old world map

with colours distributed

according to borders

on winter days the pleasure

of being behind the shutters

~Marie Derley

a drop

             p

                   o

                        i

                            n

                                  t

                                      s

to each passing cloud

~Vijay Prasad

Little cat,

I would let you lick me

but your tongue is rough

and it hurts.

~Noah Berlatsky

used book store

a museum for sale

smell of old paper

~Alper Ghuchlu

homecoming

where only unknown birds

sing for me

~Tejendra Sherchan

sun

day

    sat    

  nav 

    gazing

~Helen Buckingham

aloe vera

once green fingers

now jaded

~Helen Buckingham

communion Sunday

the body of Christ

stuck to the roof of my mouth

~John J. Dunphy

Societies

Ants carry the creature without knowing

Whether it is alive or dead.

~Labanya Chowdhury

The Blue Bottle

Blue bottles qualify as forensic,

leaving eggs on rotting corpses,

helping estimate the time of death.

~Paul O. Jenkins

first spring robin

arrives on my doorstep

and poops


~Belinda Behne

Is it really the end of the world?

it's ok when things fail

it's not the end of the world

ok maybe it is

if it were to happen when

you jumped out of a plane

~Joanne Macias

imitating the peach blossoms mexican devil

~Tejendra Sherchan

Inside out makes it more bearable.

~Dom Bond

Murky water

too deep

for me to look.

~Dom Bond

40ish

Life is half over-

     That's a real scare.

May be less-

     Some people don't care.

For a while I didn't-

     But now I know.

Life's about half over-

     Half my time to go.

~Dan Shawver

Spring morning

the fizz gone

from my cider

~Laila Brahmbhatt

pickled memories

2002

the cabernet

we mistook for love

~Terri L. French/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

leveraged lentils

firing pasta shells

in the pantry

a brigade of pinto beans

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer/Terri L. French

midnight, ripe

perimenopause

a swarm of fruit flies

drenched in moonglow

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

for years

this long silence

but still,

a stranger’s cigarette smoke

and you appear

~C. Jean Downer

dark

within the dark

malicious cells

~Maya Daneva

seeing pink silicate chains in the cotton candy...

he wasn't making it

in this happy world

~Patrick Sweeney

even if you see it 

don't say: 

a cauliflower ear descending a staircase

~Patrick Sweeney

secretly adopting some of the ascetics of the daddy-longlegs

~Patrick Sweeney

what car doors closing do to the lonely hearted

~Patrick Sweeney

 

 

my rote supplications to the God of 2-trillion galaxies

~Patrick Sweeney

 

Evening of April 17, 2025

 

the old man found the words to make her a poem

~Patrick Sweeney

Old man plays his violin

in a doorway of shade;

people down the street

turn their backs

but listen still.

~Diane Webster

The boat sinks

below

the surface

of the water

now reflective

after erasure.

~Diane Webster

getting adjusted again

to the weight

of the world

~Patrick Sweeney

in the chapel

we raise up our heads

to catch a glimpse

~RJ Humbl

The pier was built

so people could

walk on water

and still stay dry.

~Diane Webster

for all his subtextual acuity

he was dumbfounded to discover

he'd been in a French restaurant for hours

~Patrick Sweeney

Inauguration Day

a woman jumps

onto the tracks

~Ruth Holzer

fleeing his city

a man with a crutch

and a water bottle

~Ruth Holzer

listen, if you don't mind, I can't spend my vacation

talking about the position a cockroach holds

in the cosmic scheme of things

~Patrick Sweeney

ten milligrams away from melancholy this new life

~Ruth Holzer

play-acting my debut on google earth

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

he feels personally rejected if you say you don't like Jerry Lewis movies

~Patrick Sweeney

seven seas of microplastics colonizing Mars

~Ruth Holzer

before installing her eyes scan me for malware

~Vijay Prasad

legal jeopardy so many questions remain

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

he did everything he could with the turnips he was given

~Patrick Sweeney