Morning of August 3, 2025

 

 

 

 

What Lines?

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




 

 

 

 

 

 

when the strings

are pulled

he comes to life

and dances:

the wooden politician


~
Mark Gilbert




cicadas

political pundits

reach fever pitch

~Douglas J. Lanzo




sticking my nose in a few political uncertainties


~
Roberta Beach Jacobson




# 1 way to tell

you are part of a criminal enterprise

whistleblowers called snitches


~dan smith




false memories

of nonchalant beetles

and murders

committed by

nobody……….


~
Mark Gilbert




in the dark

the rhythmic thunder

of eyelash

on pillowcase

buffed and rebuffed


~
Mark Gilbert




Missing

 

Hunkered down in bed, I adjust my pillow,

finally ready for that book I’ve been so eagerly

anticipating, only to find page one                              .


~
Scott C. Holstad




damn sure feels like a prose poem


~
Scott C. Holstad




invisible fuxxed secret codez – another diluted found pome


they are praying for me now

demons merely posing as angels

trembling under the weight of the word

musta been screaming when they got hit

replaceable deviance not in control


~
Scott C. Holstad




a butterfly suffering from cold -

in a refugee camp a child shivers


~Paul Callus




a stray dog wails

in the wee hours

darkness swallows it


~Tejendra Sherchan




last leaf

this desire to become

the moon


~Debarati Sen




road puddles

doing enough to host

croaking frogs


~Tejendra Sherchan




The ambulance


Come soon even on a rainy evening

but never rush to death.


~Partha Sarkar




dead cockroach

its antennae

still flashing


~Tejendra Sherchan




Fahrenheit

 

telling me

the temperature

outside his window

and how to convert it

and who has died


~
Mark Gilbert




pill bottle warning

not to be taken

seriously


~M. R. Pelletier




our world

a net negative

for earth


~M. R. Pelletier




waking inside a sentence meant for the Other


~Vijay Prasad




holy holy holy

the unsullied flesh

of a rutabaga


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




two-factor authentication

downloading . . .

the key to consciousness


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




perennial bed

the joy of deadheading

lovers for stew


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




Journals open for submissions in August


Acorn Haiku / Chrysanthemum / Enchanted Garden (coffee or tea poems) 
 

/ Haiku Girl Summer (only Aug 1-15) / Kingfisher / noon poetry / tinywords