Afternoon of February 17, 2026

 

Sake just for the sake of sake

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

I don’t want roses

or even chocolates

I want justice

~Jennifer Gurney

Grocery trip

The high price

Of coffee comfort

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

 

poems are like cats

they crawl on you and

vomit right on your lap

~Noah Berlatsky

morning news

I take another

shower

~Anne Fox

Neanderthal

three percent of me

extinct

~Anne Fox

stargazing

I think I see

Earth

~Anne Fox

the cost of love

a rose decays

in landfill

~Melissa Dennison

shadow boxing in the grass the madness of hares

~Melissa Dennison

wasting my time wondering why sparrows never try to catch snowflakes

on their tongues

~Patrick Sweeney

protest poetry :: even this


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

mean girl testy-fies

~Mary Oishi

happy to just be here one-legged pigeon


~Bryan Rickert

a lung cloud my winter breathes

~Maya Daneva

oyster shell moon trying to swallow the ocean

~Maya Daneva

tilting your rain stick in the dialect of raindrops

~Maya Daneva

skeletal houses behind them skeletal houses

~Maya Daneva

the sinkhole widening this solitude

~Bryan Rickert

wind through leaves lost in translation


~Bryan Rickert

his resolution was to avoid plots that encourage vengeance

and the eating of more than one dark chocolate with sea salt and caramel

centers

~Patrick Sweeney

freezing rain...

the pale-purple knuckles on the backward claws

of the crow

~Patrick Sweeney

long night

i surrender

to light

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

Extraction

 

Protests. Layoffs. Bombing. Shelling. Shooting. Abduction.

uprooting

periwinkles for a black dahlia

one-way valve

~Mohua Maulik

Summer Vacation

I spent my summer vacation

teetering on the brink of starvation.

Lost in self-imposed isolation.

Crippled by surging inflation.

Mired in quiet contemplation,

I lamented the death of a Nation.

~Amy Grech

between two explosions

the gentle voice

of someone’s violin

~Maya Daneva

post-viral aphasia

the unladylike speech

inside my head

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

surveilled . . .

we saddle-staple ourselves

to the first amendment

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

where to hide

where to shout

where to cry

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

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