Afternoon of November 17, 2025

 

Official Account

 

My brain

is the best brain

and filled with things.

 

~Noah Berlatsky

 

 

 

textile tariffs

the emperor’s

new clothes

~Mike Fainzilber

 

suffer little children

the smell

of rotting rice

~Mike Fainzilber

outwitting three lions a porcupine

~Tejendra Sherchan

 

 

new neighbor woodpecking the silence

~Hynek Koziol

some bullet shards

in his body

never taken out

~Hynek Koziol

old circus -

no rabbits left

in the hat


~Hynek Koziol

hearing

the latest news...

anticyclonic gloom

~Melissa Dennison

if I

     go that way --

             hoping for a

                pot of gold

~Melissa Dennison

frass...

the signature

of a moth

~Melissa Dennison

 

 

a black and white movie

from the year he was born ...

hospice

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

happy hour

a man across the bar

winks and smiles

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

 

 

listening to Frozen

letting my niece

paint my nails

~Stephen C. Curro

 

dewdrop

all the cosmos

on one leaf

~Stephen C. Curro

 

Morning of November 15, 2025

 

 

 

there again this morning

the retired racehorse in the meadow

~Patrick Sweeney

I eat tub after tub of sketchy blackberries

but will never write that well

~Nicholas De Marino

slipping

in and out of our lives

court rulings

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

economic depression

even Orion tightens

his belt


~Amber Winter

blustery day

turning my locks

into murder weapons

~Amber Winter

bouncing up

and down the escalator

tariffs

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

following stars

Australian Moth navigates

its way

~Tejendra Sherchan

recreating

once-celebrated works

AI

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

life has gotten easier since paper flowers

~Patrick Sweeney

expecting silk in a sip of mulberry wine

~Patrick Sweeney

cold fingers breaking the suction of my cup lava flow

~Amber Winter

buddhas never seem to need a leg to stand on

~Patrick Sweeney

when they tell you what the least of your worries should be

~Patrick Sweeney

Afternoon of November 13, 2025

record what I say

asleep     some are

old passwords

~Richard Magahiz

 

accumulations

of matter that's why

we date

~Richard Magahiz

climaxes

the first six orbits

then off for twelve

~Richard Magahiz

satin paramecium slippers

~Richard Magahiz

papa's whereabouts

just one thing

the twelfth Imam knew

~Richard Magahiz

geraniums

common sense is a flower

too often ignored

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

a monster

guzzling trees...

pooping buildings

in a drawing

i can't forget

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad,

this obsession

to write my poetry

on the pebbles

while my world is busy

collecting treasures

~Tejendra Sherchan

door number three

all that’s left

of my choices

~Anne Fox

rising

against gravity

a conspiracy

of birdsong

~Anne Fox

universe

the poem I bring back

from the stars

~Anne Fox

power outage

I curl up

in the cat’s lap

~Anne Fox

friendsgiving

a hodgepodge of chairs

around the table

~Anne Fox

black friday

merchants set up tables

in the temple

~Anne Fox

snow moon

white poppy seed packets

taped to the fridge

~Anne Fox

sweet tea

she thickens her accent

for the audition

~Anne Fox

last call

she goes home with

the smell of smoke

~Anne Fox

they say

we are made of

stardust

~Tejendra Sherchan

'Luck up' in the coal mines...

and prayers for the souls of dragonflies

~Patrick Sweeney

the wind

answered

the leaf

~Patrick Sweeney

leaves are down:

the perching owl is now the white of a broken sycamore limb

~Patrick Sweeney

daily's entire page

detailing how some people

become noncitizens

~Tejendra Sherchan

woodpeckers

sound the alarm

holes in hollow men

~Robert Witmer

empty pockets

a fresh start

on the clothesline

~Robert Witmer

notes

for a climate plan

musical chairs

~Robert Witmer

memory

a tainted sample

of DNA

~Robert Witmer

wine

on the periodic table

a philosopher's stone

~Robert Witmer

'Every now and then, ' he said, 'I want to make a break for it'

~Patrick Sweeney

no eclectics in cults

~dan smith

soulmates, easier than finding shrinks


~Sarah Mahina Calvello

fuzzy slippers a hibernation starts

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

graduation photo her failed dreams in chiaroscuro

~Martina Matijević

Death is a room.


~Mykyta Ryzhykh

The iron of dreams. Erosion.

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

Morning of November 9, 2025

dream logic

how a sentence ends

in moss

~John Pappas

autumn’s end

the maple gives me

a parking ticket

~John Pappas

visiting

the land of the free

the anxiety

of crossing

a border

~Wanda Amos

 

bank loan

the river borrows back

from the sea

~Jiel Narvekar

as the country burns

Burger King eats KFC

his feast, our famine

~Patricia Carragon

filling the distance timelapse

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

falling leaves the silence of connotations

~Arvinder Kaur

must stop thinking of naps

as a dereliction of duty

~Patrick Sweeney

black hole in our galaxy statehood

~Tejendra Sherchan

learning to play everything

Al Hirt played somewhere

over the rainbow

~Randy Brooks

 

hamburger held open

I let her steal

my pickles

~Randy Brooks

home from swimming

the bathroom dance

for ear drops

~Randy Brooks

 

 

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

 

 

 

Afternoon of November 4, 2025

Green Head

reaching across

uncanny valley

from the wrong side

~Nicholas De Marino

Obstruct My Vision

 

Through a cracked lens

I know him, truly.

Pedestal man

So close, I see

Appalling beauty

Others mistake.

~Emily Keverne

Stall the Dawn

 

One sheep… two sheep… treesheep… feep…

Lethargic, but I cannot sleep.

I try to make a game and keep

Awake, to lure the Sandman’s creep

But, though I’m tired enough to weep

The night succeeds.

~Emily Keverne

Tiger, Tiger

Burn. As the Man churns

Timber from your forestry.

Burn, burn prettily.

~Emily Keverne

slipping on black ice masks

~John Hawkhead

roar...(p)atriarchal (m)edical (s)tudies

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

third time today

resisting the urge

to quote Kris Kristofferson

~Patrick Sweeney

war everywhere

and I'm writing about nobody noticing

my one blue sock

~Patrick Sweeney

Snow From Snow

 

The snow 

covers up 

all the places

where my dad was.

 

Then it grows wings

and is not there.

~Noah Berlatsky

Perspective

 

From this angle the cat

Is very large and orange.

 

From some angles she is less orange.

From all angles she is large.

~Noah Berlatsky

fly in the ointment...

guess I'm stuck with you

~Mark Meyer

backhanded compliment she calls me pluperfect

~Mark Meyer

death bed

no less

a fool

~M. R. Pelletier

"social" media

the lie

we tell ourselves

~M. R. Pelletier

first frost 

field mice

raid the root cellar

~Belinda Behne

The Dream of Art

 

I dream I am in the house of a famous artist.

I cannot leave because I cannot find my shoes.

I search for hours but I cannot find my shoes.

 

I need better dreams.

~Noah Berlatsky

Day of the Dead

no different

doomscrolling

~Helen Buckingham

Return home

Return home safely dead before cremation.

~Partha Sarkar

Milky Way hosting

four hundred billion planets

still we are alone

~Tejendra Sherchan

billboard moon

she crams civilization

into a gas station rubbish bin

~Joshua St. Claire

hypochondria

I wonder what kind of flower

I’ll be

~Joshua St. Claire

the once when orange was a color but not a scent

~Joshua St. Claire