Afternoon of August 26, 2025

 


My musician friend

Is a
Roman
cathedral

made of
pawn shop
guitars

and empty
vodka bottles.

~Matthew Borczon




My writer friend

Writes letters
to his dead friends

and poems
for lost jobs

but can’t tell his
wife what’s wrong

so she no longer
bothers asking.

~Matthew Borczon




My war friend

Keeps a dog tag
laced into his work
boot to identify


him after he steps
on an IED

something
no one but

he thinks could happen

here in
Pennsylvania.


~Matthew Borczon




the ghostly image

of last night's haiku

has escaped me


~Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky




famous for fifteen seconds

the time it takes

to read a haiku


~Charles Harmon




my ancestors

killing my ancestors

buffalo soldiers


~Charles Harmon




reliving our lives

dreaming of children

we never had


~Charles Harmon




dandelion apocalypse

at ninety

he surrenders


~Charles Harmon




Melting honey

On flour tortillas

Soft rain


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Growing Up


After my dad died my mom told me to go home.

After my dad died my mom wanted to get back to her routine.

I went home.

 

They grow up and they leave you and they don’t need you any more.


~Noah Berlatsky




the sentence of life (,) (;) (:) (!) and (…) ending with (.)


~Pravat Kumar Padhy




artist’s cursive writing into the rising of waves


~Pravat Kumar Padhy




consciousness of the cosmos I am part of


~Pravat Kumar Padhy




all those finches and chickadees at my theoretical bird feeder


~Patrick Sweeney




how relaxing coal miners gossip with the midnight stars


~Pravat Kumar Padhy




folded and unfolded her soaked handkerchief


~Pravat Kumar Padhy




I've had any number of requests to stop asking unanswerable questions


~Patrick Sweeney




causes of continental drift:

half-credit for...

'Loneliness and escape'


~Patrick Sweeney




he's quoting Camus again

and listening

to The Cure


~Patrick Sweeney




multilingual...

belonging to a world

of petals

~Katherine E Winnick




a singing bird

most of their names

still unknown


~Tejendra Sherchan




Oil and Trouble (or Iraq is Back in Black)


We barrel forward to those 20 billion barrels

A narrow corridor to whet the greed for more

To bleed black gold into the sea where Black blood

Drove sharks to chase the feed.


The ‘Hel is repetition. Still, it proceeds.


~Chris Courtney Martin




winds of time sway

each grass blade to abandon

the field that raised

~Allen David Simon



The Psychophancy

more than just hands and feet

must be kissed


~dan smith




paralyzed

from a car wreck

he rises

from his wheelchair in

the zero-gravity room

~John J. Dunphy




Meh


A bursting

heart

eclipsed by

silhouette

of shrugged

shoulders.


~Chad Parenteau




Satire’s Swift Death


MY GOD

THEY’RE

EATING

ME

ALIVE!

(no joke)


~Chad Parenteau




Blank Page


An empty field
    gazes back,
meets the stare
       of uninspired eyes.

Mute accusations,
     a response lost
somewhere on the margin
           of a vacant lot.


~Bob Carlton




Compensation


In dying

we lose the galaxy

but gain the universe

in return.


~Bob Carlton




Act Accordingly


is is

the will be

of was


~Bob Carlton




Contemplating


Darkness closes over
     the sun,
and the night holds
           no promise
of any light
    but cold
                 dead
                          stars.


~Bob Carlton

 

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