Evening of July 11, 2026

 

invisible

                  connections

our phones touch    briefly

~Melissa Dennison

Down we go like a submarine sweet dissolving sugar 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

mortality grey skies that don't clear up

~dan smith

Can’t move time there’s no point purple prairie sage

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

Yarrow fields thick fog but we’ll make it through 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

Honeysuckle  a gloomy day passes for a new dawn 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

e-bikes

gateway drug

to demolition derby

~Jennifer Gurney

demolition 

big house on the street

eats itself 

~RJ Humbl’ 

After Liu Tsung-yüan

 

The birds don’t fly in these mountains now.

No footprints mark the road.

 

One boat, one man, one straw hat

and fish beneath river snow.

~Noah Berlatsky

Words   

Words get deep in a natural morning. 

~ Partha Sarkar

high gas prices

the body bags 

keep filling up

~dan smith

 

Visitation Rites

  

dad took Rusty

to the vet

both long dead

I finally cry


~dan smith

All Out 

Arriving now and again trying to be mighty, as we ponder what to say,

insects living in our words as we dare to pretend, as we scoop up

adjectives in the open fields and read them to the bees. 

 

And the moon, a ruined monument rusts. 

 

Let it be that it was never said the words became old walking on crutches.

 
~John Vlachos

Vegetable Talk 

There you are I see you now, as you become emblem, pledging a dream to

the Robin Redbreast, an oath to the sparrows, a promise to the gadflies

and insinuating circumstances, emailing themselves the proper way

with an icon attached…disrobing the statue before it walks away. 


~John Vlachos

on the street

a woman washes clothes

her zebra legs

 ~Tejendra Sherchan 

Open now: The Pan Haiku Review 7

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Open all of July: Cornflower Magazine

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