Morning of August 9, 2025

 

another whiskey . . .

let the truth

come out

~Oscar Luparia

so many

tin foil hats

this year

~dan smith

only the word apple ripens no orchards

~Vijay Prasad

precisely, fireflies are irradiant insects.

~Gretchen VanOstrand

exploding anger volcanic eruptions

~Tejendra Sherchan

nodding as he tonsures his lawn

~Helen Buckingham

kids in Trump masks

parents in Maga caps

extortion 101

~dan smith

bomb

bomb

bomb

satellite of blood

(after Lou Reed)

~Helen Buckingham

bombings

(very) old poems

seem so new

they were asleep during that time

I didn't know, they say

~Marie Derley

night journey

little insects die

on the windscreen

how many of our dreams

die when the day dawns

~Marie Derley

Teapot shakes

In sunlit hands

Of the morning

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Haunting eyes

Look up from black lace

Unmasking the moon

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

the air feels

like a warm bath

inside the sky

~Jennifer Gurney

I catch a whiff of BBQ

and miss you so much it hurts

right in the rib eye

~Jennifer Gurney

beautiful

as long as

he's just

in three-quarter

profile

~Nicholas De Marino

No matter how much plastic piles up

a planet will never twinkle.

~Nicholas De Marino

green brocade trifle

and lavender taffeta affidavit

~Nicholas De Marino