Morning of April 5, 2025

 

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rocketdude

attractiveness

negative

offscale

~Rich Magahiz




aggressive

Stage III mass

the third one out from Sol

~Rich Magahiz




the dark pub

all faded suits and

rocket exhaust

~Rich Magahiz




autocompleting the magnolia may rain

~John Pappas




snowy magnolias along a quiet side street, I'm in a painting I want to take home

~Patrick Sweeney




a skywide summer the royal we

~John Pappas




in this dream of wings a firefly becomes me

~Joanna Ashwell




wisps of data in the cloud

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




with another story i wait for me afar

~Vijay Prasad




as the dead watch us falling petals

~John Pappas




go on 'til whichever way you turn there are zinnias

~Patrick Sweeney




only here and now the river’s laughter

~John Pappas




paper clipped back to back with regret

~Joanna Ashwell




campfire stories the past passed around

~John Pappas




arriving before me

and yet

                leaving so soon

~Joanna Ashwell




whiskey eyes

the cat, the bartender

the stranger

~Joanna Ashwell




allegory of the cell

talking to people

who are not here

~Patrick Sweeney




eighty-four thousand dharma doors

and through one I shook

Yevtushenko's hand

~Patrick Sweeney




I heard him say

at the end he wanted to

 'Name names'

~Patrick Sweeney




The Tariff


Soon the penguins

will regret their role

in addicting Elon Musk

to ketamine.

~Noah Berlatsky




I'm the old fogey

telling him to treasure

the difficult

~Patrick Sweeney




announcing the first dandelion

to myself and

to you

~Patrick Sweeney




eyes closed

beating the glitter

out of the sheets

~Patrick Sweeney




drought

my overwatered plants

die anyway

~Anne Fox




by any other name

he mansplains her poetry

in prose

~Anne Fox




Seussian clouds over Pittsburgh

when a man gets tired

of being a stranger

~Patrick Sweeney




Spinoza's God

and a cup

of jasmine tea

~Patrick Sweeney




intensive care —

the room’s corners

collecting shadows

~John Pappas




years now and all I've done is whistle to the catbird

~Patrick Sweeney




getting the nerve to talk to God

~Patrick Sweeney

 

 


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