Morning of August 16, 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

separating slices of cheese from the paper… will they miss each other

~Maya Daneva




slippery politicians the art of the eel

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

 

 

our dilemma his horns

~dan smith




cosmography already I feel lost

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




writing

without seeing what I’m writing

dark night

~Maya Daneva




yards of net

a satin bodice

those fishnet tights -

the scratchiness

of my first tutu

~Penny Lowery




safe underground now -

your ashes

and those of your dog

~Penny Lowery




a sudden wetness

the puppy rolls her tongue

around my toes

~Jackie Chou




in the wildfire haze

trees look like they are

trying to leave

~tom blessing




Dinner Plans

 

a cuttlefish

disguised as a hermit crab

meets

a cuttlefish

disguised as a hermit crab

~Kimberly Kuchar



intergalactic fugitive

light escapes from

a black hole

~John J. Dunphy




Too Many Choices


should I pray to

God?

Jesus?

the Blessed Virgin Mary?

one of the saints?


I decide on

"To Whom It May Concern"

~John J. Dunphy




the stray looks back

tail tucked, eyes hopeful

freezing rain

~Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky




Trapped by cats on lap my thoughts must natter—

which of these two cats must be the cat-ter?

~Noah Berlatsky




pouring kibble

into the metal bowl

"I want some"

the stray cat says

with her peridot eyes

~Jackie Chou




somewhere it's vernal

where there's no orange blight

and our days aren't numbered

~dan smith




day and night

he says

he's the one

and you're not

~dan smith

 

 

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