Morning of September 14, 2025

 

Smoking

My father’s eyes flash lava

and his pipe erupts

with smoke and ash.

Volcanic smoke dims life and hope.

One day, we’ll see a fertile earth.

If only we survive.

~Nolcha Fox

Exasperation

is inspiration

sitting on its butt.

~Nolcha Fox

heavy burden

on tree arms

shoefiti

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

a reverse hourglass

i think of

illusion of time

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

in my dustpan

untouched by the broom

moonlight

~John J. Dunphy

I see her in birds

magpies, in particular

the blue & the white

~Stephen Ground

she grabbed her walker

& rolled right out the front door

destined for the sea

~Stephen Ground

she ran her fingers

through his bird's nest of a beard

& pulled out an egg


~Stephen Ground

windshield rain

this season of

goodbyes

~John Pappas

evening news

another reason for

another drink

~John Pappas

winter solstice

a short message

after the tone

~John Pappas

last fly

of the season

the smell

of coming winter

at the window


~Ron Scully

 

daylight savings

must come out of the long night's

deep pockets


~Ron Scully

the lawnmower

finds my lost trowel


~Belinda Behne

i enter the wind to become less

~Vijay Prasad

hats off to the ungovernable wind

~Patrick Sweeney

overdue nowhere

wolf spider

in the plastic tub

~Patrick Sweeney

gone ten thousand years

the back door left

wide-open

~Patrick Sweeney