Afternoon of February 7, 2026

I am weary

of the responsibilities of the world

longing for more time to just be

~Jennifer Gurney

painted toenails-

a      bouquet      hidden      under      socks

~Patricia Nellene Deal

farewell six spiders on my wall

~Bernadette O'Reilly

wages of his sins our death

~dan smith

candlesnuff fungi some elves write poetry at night

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

unfazed by human chaos phased moon

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

snow moon

my sister says

don’t come

~Ingrid Bruck

his goal~

live long enough

to regret it

~Ingrid Bruck

in concert

       with dripping icicles

my nose

~Ingrid Bruck

on thin ice

fawn’s legs spell out

help in Morse code

aiming the weapon

between its eyes

Donald Duck shoots out

…flowers

the ducks name him

“tyrant of petals”

~Martina Matijević

retirement day

all his binder clips

emptied

~Barrie Levine

from sea to shining sea . . .

deadly route

through the political climate

~Barrie Levine

Some things won’t fade

If your teacup’s empty

Time to go home

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Invasion

invasion by plastic....

Hollow universe and

deep oceans are already dethroned,

next our cognition will get plastic.

~Partha Sarkar

bullfrogs stacked in the tank

she said: 'Remember when we used to breathe through our skin?'

~Patrick Sweeney

thunder snow

calling out to the last

of the Taoist magicians

~Patrick Sweeney

deep snow

the forest isn't talking

again today

~Patrick Sweeney

 

 

 

when the world

emits harsh

all I crave is soft

~Jennifer Gurney