Morning of November 5, 2025

 

 

Prehibernation


~Roberta Beach Jacobson




Most of Us


I’m not a poet anyone will mourn,

there will be no elegies.

My words won’t linger very long

before their vanishing.


That’s the fate of most of us,

with small talent, no legacy.

So if you read this, think of me

a little while alone.

~Noah Berlatsky




The man arrested stole the candy bar,

But it was halloween,

and he was allergic to chocolate.


~Shawn Scott Smith




dreams of a sweet treat

hidden in the back of fridge

devoured by others

~Joanne Macias




crying child

clings to his handcuffed dad

the arresting ICE agents

their hearts

unmelted


~John J. Dunphy




conservative activist —

flying around the country

to share her message that

a woman's place

is in the home

~John J. Dunphy




our priorities

before and after

January 6

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




as I sleep

an extinct bug

bites my neck

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




a dragon's life is always lonely

unless people are hungry

and want s'mores

~Joanne Macias




enter a new world

yet it still feels familiar

deep inside your soul

realising we are not

so different after all

~Joanne Macias




dangers lurk above

tree canopies interlock

breathing in nature

~Joanne Macias




hurtling at the speed

of 2.1 million km per hour

our Milky Way

~Tejendra Sherchan




time bending brain :: brain bending time

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

 


 

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