Afternoon of December 17, 2025

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

         

Rolled

 

 

Christmas list

again she asks

for the moon

~Anne Fox

Survival

year-to-year lease

month-to-month phone

week-to-week groceries

day-to-day life

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

high heels the sensation of standing


~Maya Daneva

 

 

broken bagpipe the struggle to breathe

~Maya Daneva

old cello the sounds of a new moon


~John Pappas

moth light the half-life of certainty

~John Pappas

winter break

frozen in a puddle

a math worksheet

~John Pappas

water cooler talk —

on monday morning

the weekend killings

~John Pappas

deep freeze

the chatbot suggests

suicide

~John Pappas

In and out

Lulling of the waves

Tomorrow’s echo

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Berried

 

Afternoon of December 16, 2025

Climate refugees

put climate of hate

behind them.


~Jeffrey Taylor

treading water

our bed the liferaft

we float away on

~John Hawkhead

denominations

saint nick’s only allegiance

to the almighty dollar

~Jerome Berglund

roman umpire

~Jerome Berglund

deciduous

we've all gotten

repulsive

~Jerome Berglund

Where?

Where should we keep faith on the statesmen without fear?

In the coffin.


~Partha Sarkar

holiday parade

canceled

fears of ice


~Kimberly Kuchar

first snow melt

I slowly reveal my

new pronouns

~Colleen M. Farrelly

Dreams in circles

Running around the moon

Curving impulses

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

It’s just time

Spiral within spiral

Thoughts with no end


~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Order Rice and Beans by Jerome Berglund (at cost)

 

 

Evening of December 15, 2025

Five Fleas Swag

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conspiracy theories . . .

spi (c) es

in the corner cabinet


~Barrie Levine

aurora … your ephemeral moods

~Wanda Amos

now was before

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

I am weary

all this

alone time


~Jennifer Gurney

prison poet

his best work composed

in solitary

~John J. Dunphy

little white lies

the pigeon in my story

changed to a dove

~Jackie Chou

lost tooth

rebelieving in fairies

in middle age

~Jackie Chou

flapping away

with my daydream

from above

the shadow of a raven

as black as its croak

~Jackie Chou

onions

the way he slices

my heart


~Mohua Maulik

I'm glad you have stories not to tell,

someone something to protect,

a relationship you can build.

Away from the shadows

full of hope

to find

pure

joy.

~Keith Snow

Horror Story

I am

just sitting here

when the clutter

comes back

~Noah Berlatsky

& if lakes formed when angels cried,

      the world is sure to drown —

for her eyes were pointed towards the sky,

      & yet she still looked down.

~naomi olivia

Now I Get It

When I ask

what does it mean...

this poem in The New Yorker,

he says, It's postmodern

and when I ask what does

postmodern mean, he says that

a poem doesn't have to mean,

it just has to be.

~Gloria Parker

Stirring the rice pot

Calming routine

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

university class

final exam interrupted

by gunshots

~John J. Dunphy

 

keening sirens

and a ten-year stretch

of insomnia

~Patrick Sweeney

no thought for the superficial cephalic

in the placement of his magpie tattoo

~Patrick Sweeney

she wants him to say it in his head

and leave it there

~Patrick Sweeney

sixty-three years later,

silverfish under the white wicker hamper

~Patrick Sweeney

gathering dust

in the corner

her self esteem

~Wanda Amos

night table

a haiku written

in its dust

~John J. Dunphy

a December day

I experience

its abrupt end

 

~Tejendra Sherchan