Morning of August 30, 2025


 

 

putting on airs

our android housekeeper

claims she can trace

her ancestry back

to Roomba

~John J. Dunphy




AI- the sand-man


Beware of AI- the sand-man.


A warning for the children making sand-castles-

the placid sanctum of childhood.

~Partha Sarkar




tears

in an analog

Universe

~Patrick Sweeney




I see you answered 'yes' to fears of asphyxiation...

the blue pilot light in the sulphur yellow kitchen

~Patrick Sweeney




on the brink of sainthood

a weary shopper's

smile

~Patrick Sweeney




a hundred years on the boardwalk

the water-ice man's translucent as a sea butterfly

~Patrick Sweeney




first date

between AI robots

avoiding the deep questions

~Douglas J. Lanzo




lunar cavity

pangs of regret

for dentists left on earth

~Douglas J. Lanzo




Mötley Crüe

an old track

run by painted wolves

~Douglas J. Lanzo




alien gardeners

seeds replace humans

beware spring


~Brian Rosenberger




metallic eyes in the sky

funded by taxpayers

your dollars watch you


~Brian Rosenberger



temperatures rising

ice cream truck melts

screams from the street


~Brian Rosenberger




on the edge of town the carnival sleeps

~Mark Gilbert



stopstart stopstart stopstart poptart

~Mark Gilbert




officer hit!

assault with a deadly

sandwich


~Kimberly Kuchar




Thought I heart crickets

In the misty stillness

Changes come

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 




Rest now

Breathe in some cool air

Rustic mushrooms

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




marco, polo

he steals

second base

~Amber Winter




Follow Me


get behind and form a line

I’ll try not to lead you astray

step-by-step and all in time 

get behind and form a line

do not disobey and do not decline

just blindly trust I know the way 

get behind and form a line

I’ll try not to lead you astray


class leader my favorite 1st grade job

~Amber Winter




Road is a story


Road is an unending story that never returns to its base point.

~Priyank Biswas




laid on the grass

so many poets

drinking moonshine

~Joanna Ashwell




night quilt

the star-moss

of dreams

~Joanna Ashwell




coral caves

the weave of a tail

mermaiding

~Joanna Ashwell




inbox left to dwell in unopened

~Joanna Ashwell




more of story

than a sentence

morning hiatus

~Joanna Ashwell




GN-z11 the edge of time becomes clearer

~John Hawkhead




sweeping away dust we always were

~John Hawkhead




worm charmers forming an inner circle

~John Hawkhead




Mana

 

R. Cree-

ly undertook a

wisdom sand-

wich.

 

He sd

I’ve got butt-

er God but

not enough enjam-

bment.

~Noah Berlatsky




Now we come to nine

Day after day after day

And now we are here.

~Charles A. Perrone




pink slip

the daylight at work

widens


~Christa Pandey




one by one

letting go of pretty things

river fishes too

~Tejendra Sherchan




the power

of a single uttered word

hospice

~Jennifer Gurney




herpetology-

the most colorful

are deadliest

~dan smith




files-

that worry me

are those on us

~dan smith




talk radio-

when they said freedom

it sounded like barbed wire

~dan smith




the last word he said autumn rain

~Mona Bedi




light years away our forefathers

~Mona Bedi




tin-can phone

my grandson calls me

from oceans away

~Mona Bedi




lost identity

a mockingbird mimics

my song

~Mona Bedi




from our earth

124 light-years away

potential alien life

~Tejendra Sherchan


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